On this side, Gu Jingchen took a few long strides and caught up with the little woman he adored.
The setting sun painted the sky with a blaze of hues, making everything seem like a living artwork. The man didn't speak to the little girl, though. He simply followed behind her, his lips curling into a faint smile. Playfully, he walked in her shadow as if it were a game. To him, everything about her was beautiful—her figure, her demeanor, even her shadow. Slender and delicately proportioned, it was captivating to his gaze.
In the end, Shang Xixia couldn't take it anymore. She turned around, cheeks puffed up adorably, her big dark eyes glaring at him with feigned anger.
"Jealous?"
