Looking at his eyes, which had matured and steadied over four years, like ink jade, like a silent mountain, as deep as the ocean.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, holding onto tears that had not yet fallen: "You..."
...
Two minutes later, in the corridor next to the secluded restroom.
Liang Yichao lit a cigarette and lowered his gaze: "What do you want from me?"
That Liang Yichao, despite it all, could still stop and actively look for her, touched Yu Wei deeply.
It was a pity that the next second, as she couldn't suppress her emotions and wanted to step forward and embrace him first.
What greeted her was Liang Yichao stepping back, coldly saying, "Mrs. Pei, please have some self-respect!"
Yu Wei's heart ached, especially each time Liang Yichao called her Mrs. Pei, she felt as if she had died in hell.
But thinking about how Liang Yichao didn't know anything at the moment, she could understand.
