When Gu Jiahui helped Sheng Tang put on her shoes, she felt a bit surprised.
There were not just the two of them on the terrace; there were other people, including William.
At that moment, some people were already looking over.
Everyone just smiled kindly.
William was watching from the side.
The soft orange light on the terrace, reflecting the city's neon lights, cast a thin glow on Sheng Tang and Gu Jiahui. Sheng Tang's brows were lowered, her long lashes shadowing her eyes under her light makeup. Her slightly pursed lips revealed only a bit of her unease.
But Gu Jiahui, serious and focused, carefully tied the thin strap of her high heels. The white strap wrapped around her delicate, snow-white ankle.
William thought this moment was very beautiful.
Something flashed.
Sheng Tang immediately looked over, extremely vigilant, destroying the beauty of the moment.
