Lu Wanwan bent down to pick up her phone, secretly clutching her chest.
The years hadn't passed in vain; fortunately, she hadn't cried out and managed to calm down quickly.
In the past, in an enclosed space like an elevator, she would have been immediately terrified out of her wits at the slightest darkness, wanting nothing more than to cling tightly to his arm.
She stood up and took a deep breath.
Raising her head, she saw in the darkness the gaze directed at her from her side.
A dark, deep black, as if it stretched on forever.
In this near-total darkness, she could barely make out his sharply outlined facial features, yet his eyes seemed particularly striking.
She felt it wasn't that she could see them, but rather that she was filling in the blanks with her memory.
Those eyes were like ink that wouldn't dissolve, their gaze entangling her, about to make her breathless.
"What's going on?" Lu Wanwan spoke up.
Her voice sounded particularly clear in this setting.
