"I'm really sorry, it wasn't intentional," Meng Jiahe returned the document she had picked up to him and as she looked up, she saw that love-at-first-sight face come to life in her field of vision.
He was as distant and cool as he appeared in the photos, lips pursed, without a hint of a smile.
If looking at the photo made her heart feel ticklish, now her heartbeat was racing.
"It's okay," Sang Qingran received the document she held, his cold, broad palm lightly brushing her warm little hand. The man responded indifferently, then walked away with his documents, not sparing her an additional glance throughout.
Meng Jiahe felt a faint numbness at her fingertips, a lingering sensation he had left. She clenched her phone, blinked involuntarily, and stealthily lifted her gaze to follow his retreating figure.
The white coat he wore shone abstemiously on him, his broad back straight and eventually disappearing from sight.
