Yan Qingyu stood rooted to the spot, his cold gaze fixed on Chunyi's back. But she seemed to sense it, turning back to give him a breathtakingly clear smile. It was so pure it was dazzling, yet it held a faint trace of comforting pity, along with a hint of bitterness—a beauty he had never before seen in his life.
One look back, one smile, and a hundred charms were born. A peerless beauty that could topple a city.
His heart beat a little faster. He raised a hand to press against his chest, feeling its hot, powerful thumping beneath his palm. For some reason, there was a strange tickle in his heart.
Chunyi returned to the classroom. She needed to come up with a proper plan.
'In the plot, Xia Zhihan attracts Yan Qingyu by stoically enduring everyone's ridicule and scorn. Now Yan Qingyu has already started to develop feelings for her. I have to think of something, fast.'
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