C78 He Treated Me with Great Care

When we arrived, Ann Muye had already arrived.

Some people would always turn the scene they saw into an elegant ink painting.

He was standing in front of the brown French window, wearing a white shirt and black trousers, looking out. He faced us sideways, the setting sun shining on his long, curly eyelashes, and I didn't know how to describe the feeling Ann Muye gave me