The guest bathroom was filled with rising mist, the air warm and humid.
"Whoosh—"
Warm water poured evenly from the showerhead, shrouding Shen Yuyan's graceful figure in hazy steam, half-hidden and half-visible.
She closed her eyes and tilted her head back slightly, letting droplets slide down her cheeks, neck, and collarbones.
Scenes flashed through her mind.
The smoke-filled barbecue joint outside the west gate of Yan University of Science and Technology, the crisp clink of glasses, walks across fallen leaves on campus, and those conversations about old photos—
In the past, her relationship with Tang Song had been more like a silent game of strategy.
In her eyes, Tang Song was a high-end "Sigma Man."
He had always maintained a sense of control over her, keeping her neither too close nor too far away.
Whenever she felt she had moved one step closer and reached out to grab him, he would elegantly retreat, leaving her grasping at nothing.
It left her anxious and uncertain.
With her high emotional intelligence, she had actually sensed it long ago.
It was a sophisticated form of PUA.
But she had not known how to turn things around.
Yet tonight—
There had been no deliberately suggestive glances, no ambiguous physical contact, no carefully crafted flirtatious words.
She had merely sat there as an old classmate, letting down all her defenses and naturally listening and talking with him.
Yet for the first time, she had touched the warmth and gentleness within Tang Song.
The look in his eyes when he spoke of the past, his sincerity toward Lu Ziming, even the unguarded smile he gave her.
They were real emotions, flowing with warmth.
She gently bit her lips beneath the water, unable to stop a trace of fantasy and regret from rising within her.
If, back