Ye Yian, who usually buttons her cuffs meticulously and even ties her tie to a very standard, will roughly pull open her collar when she encounters a bottleneck in drawing or loses control of her emotions, revealing her delicate collarbone.
* When the two finally confirmed their feelings, in the wood-scented carpentry workshop, Ye Yian used his hands that drew countless perfect lines to take off his silver-rimmed glasses, trapped Sheng Wei between the workbench and his chest, and whispered: "Mr. Sheng, you can't divest from this investment."
