He didn't make a sound, and she didn't speak either. The two of them just felt each other's breathing silently, as if their breaths could be conveyed to each other through the phone.
In the end, Leng Zhuo hung up the phone first. She didn't like this weird feeling. Even if she was a little excited and happy, she chose to ignore it silently.
Just like that, she turned off the bedside lamp and fell asleep. But could she really sleep? Her mind was filled with his figure and his deep, burning and affectionate eyes. She was destined to have a sleepless night!
Dongfang Yanye's upright figure stood upright in front of the high floor-to-ceiling window. His phoenix eyes shining like starlight looked out the window at the boundless night. The moon buds and stars were submerged in the thick clouds, and not a single trace could be seen.
bright
He held a pink silk handkerchief tightly in his hand, with the word "Zhuo" embroidered on it with gold and silver silk thread. He had kept this square silk handkerchief for ten years, and it was still as new as ever.
At this moment, Dongfang Yanye felt mixed emotions in his heart, including joy and excitement, but also mixed with a touch of sadness.
He has been looking for the owner of this silk handkerchief for a long time, but there has been no news. It is not until today that he understands that she has always been by his side. She is the Su Ziyue in the past and Leng Zhuo now!
Dongfang Yanye has found out Su Ziyue's life experience. He also feels that there was something fishy about her family's bankruptcy and the death of her parents. Now he is also preparing to investigate this case. He wants to re-enter her world, whether it is Su Ziyue or not.
Yue, or Leng Zhuo, she is destined to be his woman in this life!
In the early morning, the campus of Shengying School was still full of chirping birds and fragrant flowers, and the sound of books was loud. The strong wind last night did not seem to have had any impact on the place, although there were several strong uprooted sycamore trees that fell along the street outside the campus.
Suddenly, the sound of reading in Class A of the first year of the Higher Education Department stopped abruptly, and everyone turned their attention to the door of the classroom.
I saw the head teacher leading a girl in. She had long, shiny black hair hanging down to her slender waist, and her skin was as white and tender as a bud waiting to bloom.
The delicate and small face is flawless, the facial features are exquisite and impeccable, and the lips are as red as a bright red cherry, which is intoxicating.
It's just that her big and smart eyes exude a chilling cold air that makes people dare not approach easily.