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There are three things in a person that cannot be concealed: cough, poverty, and love—the harder you try to hide them, the more conspicuous they become.
——Vladimir Nabokov, "Lolita"
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Withdrawing her gaze, Gan Yuan looked down at the book in her hands, trying to cover her panic.
"You're holding the book upside down."
The man behind the desk gently reminded her.
Instinctively, she tried to flip the book in one direction and, after noticing the text, realized she'd been tricked.
The man chuckled at this; she took a deep breath, slammed the book down on the small table, and pushed her wheelchair towards the door.
Huangfu Jue sat still, watching her retreating figure calmly.
With bodyguards outside, he wasn't worried about her leaving.
In fact, at that moment, he even felt a sense of anticipation.
She'd been away from him for five meters by now; if she were to leave the study and head towards the main door, it would probably be ten meters, right?