The air seemed to freeze in that moment. Shen Niantang’s breath hitched; the only sound left in her ears was the frantic thumping of her own heart.
She slowly looked up, meeting Gu Tingchuan’s deep gaze. His eyes were like sharp blades, filled with a sense of danger and scrutiny, yet the corner of his mouth curved into an enigmatic, half-smile.
Seeing this, Shen Niantang set down her parcel and cupped Gu Tingchuan’s cheeks in her hands. His skin was warm. Her gaze traveled from his brows and eyes down to his lips, which were pressed into a tight, thin line.
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