In a daze, Jiang Yurou didn't know how she left the bar, nor how she ended up at Tan Bo's villa.
All she remembered was that her head was hurting, she felt weak all over, and he had carried her upstairs and laid her on the soft bed. The damp towel that wiped over her skin felt comforting.
Jiang Yurou just stared at Tan Bo's face, it was very handsome; his eyebrows and eyes were deep-set, his nose bridge was high, and his lips were very attractive, with eyelashes long and thick.
Perhaps because she had been with Tan Bo for too long, Jiang Yurou was more than familiar with the lines of his face, but in fact, he was much more refined-looking than Zhou Ming.
Tan Bo didn't leave, nor did he sleep; he just sat quietly by the bed, seemingly lost in thought.
After a while, he turned his head, and in the silent night, their eyes silently met.
He said, "Rourou, come with me, we're meant to be together."
