"How about you change into a different set of clothes? Wearing wet clothes can cause a cold."
Even though Lei Zijia had switched the living room air conditioning to heating mode and made her ginger cola, he was still worried she would catch a cold.
Shen Xiaoman, hugging a bath towel to dry her hair, was very cautious, dabbing gently, her eyes fixed in a direction as if she were daydreaming or contemplating something.
"Xiaoman, you look… really beautiful in a cheongsam!"
Lei Zijia's admiring gaze was fixed on Shen Xiaoman. He never knew that she would have such a charm wearing a cheongsam.
Finally, Shen Xiaoman stopped her movements, "Zijia, the main reason I came today was to make things clear to you, that we… I think we can't be together anymore."
