Zhong Lingling leaned against the wall, her heart still pounding.
Oh my goodness, was it just a brief eye contact with Xiang Yimo? Why did it feel like being caught red-handed, with her heart beating so abnormally fast?
By the time Zhong Lingling regained her composure and peeked outside the window, the figure of Xiang Yimo had vanished.
He left behind a courtyard full of deep purple withered flowers. Although the scene was beautiful, why did it feel so sorrowful?
Was it because of her mood, so that any beautiful scene appearing before her eyes seemed tinged with sadness?
Looking at the empty courtyard, her heart sank as well.
Zhong Lingling silently withdrew to her room, lay flat on her bed, her mind filled with the image of Xiang Yimo drinking tea.
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Two o'clock in the morning.
Xiang Yimo didn't know why he couldn't sleep!
Feeling a bit hungry, he stepped out of his room, intending to prepare some snacks.