I looked at him in the eyes.
Inside my house, we were once again alone standing in front of each other. This is so unreal. He was wearing, black suit, white long sleeve, black necktie, with black pants. He… looks undeniably… handsome; perfect to be exact.
He cleared his throat then put his hand into his pocket before looking at me.
I sighed, “I’m asking you again, Mr. Zhao, why are you here?” I questioned without batting my eyes.
“I didn’t tell you to let me in your house, that was what you told me. You said you have something to say to me, what’ s that?”
I lowered my head. He was right. “Mr. Zhao, I let you in because you were searching for me, aren’t you? Why are you looking for me?”
“… It’s your mother’s death anniversary today.”
“And?”
“I am here to give you this. I hope t
