Yan Qingyu stood frozen, his cold gaze fixed on Chunyi's departing figure. But then, as if sensing his stare, she glanced back and graced him with an exquisitely clear smile. It was dazzlingly pure, yet held a subtle, bittersweet mix of comfort and pity—a kind of beauty he had never seen in his entire life.
A backward glance, a smile of countless charms; a beauty so rare, it could topple cities.
His heart sped up. He raised a hand to his chest, feeling the strong, fervent beat against his palm. For some reason, his heart felt... itchy.
Chunyi returned to the classroom. She needed to come up with a proper plan.
In the plot, Xia Zhihan had attracted Yan Qingyu by stoically enduring everyone's ridicule and scorn. Now, Yan Qingyu was already developing feelings for her. 'I have to think of something, fast.'
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