Her features were remarkably delicate, so delicate that they reached a level of exquisiteness.
This girl seemed entirely faint.
Faint eyebrows, faint features, skin so pale that it seemed nearly colorless, even the lips were a faint pink with no trace of redness.
She sat quietly in the living room, right beside him.
Yet Zhou Bingzhu had a feeling that she wasn't truly by his side.
Indeed.
He finally understood the feeling Jiang Lan gave him.
She seemed to have erected an invisible fence around herself, isolating herself from everyone around her, from the entire world.
Unapproachable.
Zhou Bingzhu thought of what she had said: "I don't need any friends."
He frowned.
"You've been looking at me for so long, what do you want to do?" Abruptly, a cold female voice echoed in his ear.
See, even her voice is so cold.
That was Zhou Bingzhu's first reaction.
Fortunately, he quickly came back to his senses, a smile appearing on his face.
