When Nalan Chunbo was about to knock for the second time, Wen Shan pulled the door open directly.
The second Nalan Chunbo saw Wen Shan, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
If a person prepared for the worst but ended up experiencing the best thing that could happen, that happiness would look like Nalan Chunbo right now.
As Wen Shan opened the door, her gaze pierced right into Nalan Chunbo's eyes—she found herself crashing into the dazzling starlight in his eyes.
Nalan Chunbo stretched out a hand with his palm facing upward, waiting for Wen Shan's next move.
Wen Shan lowered her gaze slightly on his beautiful palm. His large hand with its distinct joints held her hand many times that she still remembered its temperature. His wrist was covered in white gauze. Although it was mostly hidden under the sleeve of his shirt, she could still see the edge of the gauze.
Wen Shan raised her head again and stared straight into his eyes.
