"So, this is what happiness means," Nie Guangyi mused thoughtfully.
"Originally?" Meng Xin Zhi asked curiously, "Mr. Nie has seen such signatures before?"
"Yes."
"When?"
"I've forgotten."
"..."
Nie Guangyi carried Meng Xin Zhi's luggage to her room.
He didn't bother to explain how to use the facilities in the room.
Without even stepping inside, he simply turned around and left.
Although Guangyi was proud and aloof, he wasn't usually an ungallant man.
Mainly, when it came to Meng Xin Zhi, he just felt completely uncertain and even began to feel allergic to being gentlemanly.
Nie Guangyi felt that he might have been bewitched by this girl, becoming irritable and upset at the sight of her.
They had only met a few times, four encounters in total.
Yet, it was as if he had seen a ghost, bursting into tears in front of her without reason.
He counted, and in the past fourteen years, after his mother passed away, he had cried a total of two times.