When the winter sunset cast its afterglow on the windowsill, Shen Qiang looked down and saw Ye Xiaolei, infinitely content, like a lost child finding a place to rely on, tightly snuggling by his side. Her eyes filled with joy, shyness, and hope made Shen Qiang tenderly hold her tighter.
Her delicate body trembled, and then she became a bit nervous and flustered.
Just as Shen Qiang thought there was no need to say anything, she, seeming a bit frightened, wrapped her snow-white arms around Shen Qiang's waist and then said softly.
"Senior Shen Qiang, actually, I've always known that you don't like me. I know you like Colonel Qian Shanxue because every time you're with her, you're beaming with joy."
