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Yan Qingyu stood rooted to the spot, his cold gaze fixed on Chunyi's back. But then, as if she'd sensed him, she glanced back over her shoulder and offered a stunning, limpid smile. It was dazzlingly pure, yet it carried a subtle hint of comforting pity and a trace of bitterness. It was a kind of beauty he had never seen in his entire life.
One look, one smile, and a world of charm unfolded. A beauty so absolute, she could make a city fall.
His heart began to beat faster. He pressed a hand to his chest, feeling the strong, fervent thumping beneath his palm. For some reason, he felt a strange flutter in his heart.
Chunyi returned to the classroom. She needed to come up with a solid plan.
'According to the plot, Xia Zhihan attracted Yan Qingyu by stoically enduring everyone else's mockery and scorn. Now he's already starting to develop a liking for her. I need to think of something, fast.'
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