Lin Ning, "...Second Young Master Ye is really pitiable."
Wen Nuan pursed her lips. In April, May, and June, there are the A City Film Critics Awards, the Golden Seal Award, and the College Student Film Festival. The International Film Festival in A City is not until June, so there is still time. Whether she could win these awards or not, she didn't care. After all, she was still inexperienced, so getting a consolation prize would already be quite good.
She didn't pay much attention to this.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps from upstairs. Wen Nuan frowned as she heard someone coming down. Before long the door was pulled open, and Second Young Master Ye walked in. Their gazes met, his eyes were as dark as ink, deep and bottomless. They stared at each other, then looked away, neither willing to show weakness.
On the first day of the New Year, the atmosphere between them was gloomy, like the weather in early January.
Wen Nuan shut down her computer and went to bed.
