She raised her hand carefully, her fingertip pressed against the edge of the curtain. Pulling the curtains apart slightly, she peeked out just in time to see Yan Huaian looking her way, a glass of red wine in his hand.
Yu Zi jumped back in shock, hastily putting the curtain back down out of guilt.
Yan Huaian had already seen her, however, his mesmerizing black eyes almost melding into the dark night. He had seen a crack appear in the curtains opposite him, and he saw a tiny portion of Yu Zi's face and eyes through it. She blinked, looking especially mischievous, as though she was a child playing hide and seek with him.
Yan Huaian was ecstatic and thankful that he had not gone home. It was because he had been looking at Yu Zi's house from the balcony all this time that he did not miss such an interesting sight.
