Shen Mosheng regarded her dazzling appearance with a complex expression in his eyes.
The last time he had seen her like this was at a Shi Lou concert.
This time, it was because of Shi Lou again.
Shi Lou, truly an unpleasant name.
"Yingying, he..."
Shen Mosheng had just begun to speak when he felt Han Yingying's head lean on his shoulder.
Turning to look, he saw that Han Yingying's eyes were tightly closed, and she had already fallen asleep without his knowing.
The her who hadn't slept all night must have been exhausted.
Shen Mosheng gently adjusted her position to make her more comfortable and his slender fingers lightly brushed her hair away from her cheek, his gaze soft as spring water, extremely gentle.
Yingying's hair seemed to have grown a lot longer, he wondered if she would keep it long this time.
Her hair was so dark and glossy, it really suited being long.
