Li Jing quickly closed the door of the private room, but Mu Shuoqian felt as if he had been struck by an immobilizing point. The vivid image of the charming face he had just seen surfaced in front of his eyes—the face he had longed for during countless days and nights.
She was wearing a white shirt with a light orange cardigan over it, her hair tied up high, revealing a smooth forehead. Although she was looking down, her long, thick eyelashes and large eyes seemed to grasp tightly onto his heart, causing the blood in his entire body to rush to his head, giving him a surreal sense of dizziness.
When had she returned, and would she leave again this time?
Now a locally renowned gourmet and fine wine critic, she had written articles about wine for many famous restaurants and magazines. Unlike those senior wine critics, her articles were full of personality, which quickly made her stand out among the homogeneous crowd of critics.
