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Xu Qingyan leaned against the edge of the cabin, his two fingers pinching a smartphone that swung gently by the hem of his pants as he stared out the cabin's porthole at the vast ocean, his gaze complex.
There's a time when ambiguity gets the best of everyone.
The less secure one feels, the more susceptible they are to it, like a drowning person grasping at duckweed as if it were a log.
But he knew all too well that a seven-day romance reality show was nothing but a small, enclosed environment. The seaside, the sunshine, the torrential rains, the candlelit dinners, the photo shoots, the cable cars—each and everything was unreal.
It was like a dream woven out of utmost ambiguity, a colorful bubble that grew bigger as it was blown.
Perhaps from Pei Muchan's perspective, being firmly chosen by someone in a constantly changing environment provided a sense of security.
But for Xu Qingyan, he was simply doing a job.