Her long lashes trembled, Qin Yiren's breath hitched, and the hand that was about to pull open the curtains froze in midair.
She wasn't sure if Chu Xinian could see her from that angle, so she stood quietly at the window and held his gaze for a while.
Without her noticing, fine snowflakes drifted down from the night sky, the pale smoke rising between his fingers blurring the man's handsome profile, making her unable to stop wondering what on earth he was thinking at that moment.
Watching the snowflakes silently land on the man's black coat, Qin Yiren realized she couldn't keep this up. On a sudden impulse she stepped back and switched on the lights in the room.
The warm glow instantly lit up the whole space; it must be clear enough to see from downstairs as well.
Qin Yiren quietly gazed at the floor‑to‑ceiling window a few meters away, unconsciously pressing her lips together. After a few minutes she slipped forward and, standing behind the curtain, looked down.
