C387 Intimations

When Han arrived, Shaoqian was lounging in a wicker chair, his long legs casually bent. He held a white coffee cup, staring intently at a vibrant red rose in front of him. His long lashes cast shadows over his eyes, giving him an air of melancholy elegance.

It seemed Han's footsteps had disturbed him, as Shaoqian looked up, the gloom in his expression dissipating