Look down? Look down where? Zhao Youlin furrowed her brow in puzzlement. A second later, as if she had realized something, she suddenly narrowed her eyes. While still holding the phone in her hand, she immediately leaned out of her window and looked down the street in front of her house.
The bright streetlights seemed to be covered with a veil under the moonlight, making them seem more gentle and less blinding.
At this very moment, a man in a fine suit was standing by the flower bed on the edge of the streetlights. The man was holding a phone as well. When Zhao Youlin leaned out of her window, he raised his head slowly at the same time.
There was no emotion on the familiar, handsome face, though his profound eyes were filled with tenderness under the mellow and radiant moonlight.
Under the same full moon, these two people stared at each other. One was upstairs, and the other downstairs.
