Su Hongxing woke up from a dream, suddenly reaching out to touch Ding Ye's face.
Ding Ye instinctively wanted to dodge her touch, but she sternly commanded, "Don't move!"
Ding Ye stopped, unsure of what the woman intended to do next.
Assistant Mo was anxious at the sight, Su Hongxing was clearly mixing personal interests with public duty, shamelessly taking liberties with their boss Ding.
"Miss Su, show some restraint!" Age couldn't bear it anymore and whispered a reminder.
No matter how much Ding Ye resembled Ye Qilan, he could never be Qilan. Was Su Hongxing lost in some foolish fantasy?
Finally, Su Hongxing managed to touch Ding Ye's face, feeling the softness of his skin. It was warm, having a heat to it, not the icy cold she had felt the last time.
Remembering the image of Ye Qilan dying in front of her, tears began to fall from Su Hongxing's eyes without warning.
Age was stunned; so was Assistant Luo, and almost simultaneously, they turned to look at Ding Ye.
