Look, don't look, look, don't look, look, don't look... Look!
There's always looking...
In the room, Lu Xinbai was plucking one petal after another from the innocent roses in the vase, not knowing if it was a coincidence, all nine flowers were plucked, and yet each result came out the same.
Is this... fate?
It must be, right?
So, Lu Xinbai tossed the bare flower stems away and finally climbed back into bed to embrace her laptop again.
The folder she had opened before, over a thousand photos of Bai Cen Xi...
Even though they weren't organized, she could clearly discern his changes from the shifts in his temperament and the look in his eyes.
Seven years, over a thousand photos...
All taken secretly!
If it weren't her doing it, Lu Xinbai would really want to say this behavior is too creepy.
But when the person being creepy turns out to be herself, that feeling only breeds pity!
How pitiable she must be!
How could she like a man so intensely?
