Was this... love?
Love?
No, that was absolutely impossible. It was absolutely impossible for feelings like love to arise between her and that person.
Yet Lin Yan's handsome face still surfaced in her mind against her will.
A scene appeared in her mind—
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Fair skin, dazzling black eyes that seemed capable of seeing through past and present lives alike. When he smiled, they curved like crescent moons; when solemn, they shone like cold stars. His nose was straight, his lips a vivid crimson. His soft laugh was like falling goose feathers, sweet as candy, while his silence was cold and stern as ice.
The contours of his profile looked carved by a blade, sharp and distinct without losing their gentleness. It truly made one's heart race. He had a tall, imposing build and bronze skin, his deeply defined features resembling a Greek sculpture. Those dark, profound icy eyes made him seem wild and uninhibited, wickedly charming and sensual.
His sculpted features were strikingly handsome, and his entire body radiated the aura of a king who could awe the world. A reckless, unrestrained smile rested on his wickedly handsome face. His allure lay not merely in that intoxicatingly beautiful face, but in the mysterious masculine aura emanating from his whole being.
"I'm not going back! I should've told you back in March that I'm busy this year and can't go home."
"But it's Golden Week! Your workplace should be on break too, right?" Lin Yan's mother was not really Lin Yan's mother, but rather a stranger. At least, that was how Lin Yan saw her. When that person returned, it would be time for him to leave. Going back then would not be too late.
"That's true."
"Anyway, you don't even