He Ziyan's eyes and brows are even more beautiful than He Shiwen's, a kind of pure, bright beauty.
When he stares at someone with such an innocent smile, it gives an indescribable sense of purity.
Zuo Aiai feels it's not quite proper to describe a man with the word "innocent," but at this moment, that smile of He Ziyan's really gave her that impression.
Just like mountain spring water, clean and comfortable.
"Don't worry, I am not angry! After all, I am a member of the He family, and even if I didn't do it, I am responsible for what the He family members do!" He Ziyan stretched out his hand, gently touching her hair.
Zuo Aiai was not accustomed to such intimate gestures; she was about to push him away, but he had already withdrawn his hand after the brief touch.
His eyes showed an indulgent tenderness mixed with a touch of helpless ease.
Talking about the He family's affairs, he seemed to exhibit a kind of settled powerlessness.
