The atmosphere hung suspended for a moment.
Through the few meters separating them, their eyes met, and the man's gaze was too deep, too intense.
In the backlight, his features became even more handsome and pronounced, his presence overpowering; ultimately, Qin Wan was the first to look away.
She lowered her gaze, concealing the emotions that fluttered within her heart.
The sounds of footsteps approached, carrying a familiar scent with them.
The man's tall, imposing figure came near, casting a shadow over her.
"Wanwan,"
his voice raspy and low, reached her ears.
Like sandpaper smoothing over the heart...
Her fingers, holding Old Madam's hand, stiffened imperceptibly.
Not wanting to be stared at in such a way, she let go and stood up.
But very quickly, Qin Wan discovered.
Standing up made it even worse.
When she was seated, even though Mu Shaochen stood in front of her, his burning gaze upon her, due to height differences, they weren't too close.
