C58 Draw a Line

He looked back at her in silence, his eyes soft and tender, as if he were looking at a lover he loved. Ji Qing suddenly couldn't take it anymore and turned her face away from him.

There was a faint knock on the door, just in time to hear a French song coming to an end. The room suddenly quieted down, and the knocking became clearer. A woman's soft voice called out: "Nancheng, Nancheng