C209 The past

Nuange didn't notice his gaze, or even if she did, she wouldn't care. She looked at the man in front of her with a casual glance, a gentle smile playing on her lips. Her face was naturally soft, and when she smiled, the dimples added a touch of charm that was particularly endearing. Even when she was being playful, it was more like the exuberance of a kitten, playfully swatting with its tiny paws