บท 153: 【005】He is Small Fish 5_1

When she woke up the next day, An Yeran found her cheek to be slightly sore.

She reached out and touched it, unexpectedly feeling a tiny scar, no wider than a fingertip.

Strange.

She wondered, could she have bumped her face while sleeping last night?

She opened the window, letting the sea breeze fill her room, breaking its tranquility.

The maid brought her water and a towel. After cleaning up, An Yeran casually tied her hair into a ponytail and knocked on the door of the room opposite hers.

"Are you awake?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the door opened.

The boy had already dressed up. He was tall and slim, with a delicate face and carefree coffee-colored hair that covered part of his eyes.

The black suit he wore accentuated his complexion, making him appear paler.

"The hair on your forehead is too long." An Yeran frowned, then turned to the maid and said, "Get someone to trim his hair."