Ling Momo's hand suddenly clutched her phone tightly. After agonizing and indulging in her sentimental tenderness for so long, she finally had to admit to a reality she could no longer deny...
She had fallen for Enson.
That kind of affection crept up on her silently, without any warning, just like the man who had entered her life so quietly and unexpectedly.
Even before she was ready, her heart had betrayed her reason and fallen for him.
That man... his name was Enson.
CEO of ES Music and Entertainment Company.
That was all she knew about him.
Just that much, and she knew of his prominence and excellence.
Just that much, and she had fallen for him.
That man, in the dark of night, held her, his voice calm, unhurried and composed, intoxicating her, addicting her, confusing her.
That man, in WeChat conversations, spoke to her with simple words, concise in sentence but able to touch her heart, or bring her endless warmth.
That man... what did he look like?
