ZHEN LONG
I heard his footsteps as he smoothly strutted out of the guest room, —where he'd been using since that day. I watched him as he descended the stairs, putting one foot before the other like everyone else, but somehow looking more striking.
I allowed myself a moment to take him in… Who was I kidding, a moment was not nearly enough. Not even a lifetime.
Shen Yichen, the man that you are…
His favorite color was green, and he liked to subtly incorporate it in his attire — a handkerchief, a pen, the tissue box on the desk in his office.. He thought no one noticed, and maybe no one did. But not me.
Right now he was dressed casually. A white shirt, tucked into cream-colored trousers. And there was his touch of green! His phone cover. A smile spread on my face.
He lifted his head, and I immediately averted my gaze. My chest tightened from the action, but what could I do?
