*
Yan Qingyu stood frozen, his cold gaze fixed on Chunyi's back. But then, as if sensing his stare, she turned around. She gave him a breathtakingly clear smile, so pure and dazzling it burned. Yet, it held a faint hint of comforting pity, a trace of bitterness—a kind of beauty he had never witnessed before in his life.
A single glance, a single smile, enough to captivate the world.
His heart quickened. He pressed a hand to his chest, feeling the powerful, scorching thumps beneath 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 original story, Xia Zhihan attracted Yan Qingyu by enduring everyone's mockery and scorn with a strong front. Now, he's already starting to develop feelings for her. I have to think of something, and fast.'
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