Tormented and entangled like this day after day, unless one day he could naturally accept the world before him, or calmly leave. The sun was halfway up, and Xu Wanzhi was a bit thirsty. He stretched out his finger and picked up the porcelain cup beside him, slowly sipping.
A shadow was cast at the courtyard gate, and Shen Kuang came against the light, his eyebrows clear and bright. Seeing him lazily drinking tea, he smiled and quickened his pace: “A Zhi.” The approaching gaze was clear and pure, his movements full of spirit and vitality, smiling at him so relaxed and at ease. He suddenly froze, looking at him and realizing that he had been wasting away for quite a long time.
Xu Wanzhi put down his teacup and slowly stood up. Suddenly, facing the light, he raised an eyebrow and smiled: “I knew you should appear at this time.” Shen Kuang was much taller than him. He suddenly lowered his head to examine him strangely, his eyes somewhat confused. He inexplicably touched his nose bridge and asked: “What? Do I look particularly good today?” He nodded vaguely, realizing his question. Shen Kuang’s face turned slightly red, but he honestly scratched his head and said: “You seem different…”
Xu Wanzhi was even more puzzled, raising an eyebrow and waiting for more. Shen Kuang reached out and patted: “That’s it, your smile has changed today!”
