Don't try to compare yourself with Shen You'an in everything. There's only one Shen You'an in this world...
Luuo Yunqi's face went stiff and ugly.
She had misjudged Jiang Shengyao — this young master was still the same straight-talking guy whose words could choke people.
Luuo Yunqi spent half the day calming her breath, but when she looked up, her pupils suddenly shrank.
Not far away, Shen You'an and Liu Runxi were sitting together, casually chatting about something. The handsome, indifferent boy kept his gaze on the girl beside him, his eyes full of unmatched tenderness.
The sunset's glow spilled over the two of them, creating a warm and harmonious scene, filled with a tacit understanding that seemed impenetrable to outsiders.
A sudden burst of a phone ringing broke the silence, but Luuo Yunqi acted as if she hadn't heard anything, her eyes locked stubbornly onto that striking pair under the setting sun.
Xiao Ling bumped her: "Yunqi, your phone's been ringing nonstop."
