Yin Kuang met with Qian Qianqian, and after they shared their feelings and longing and did some of the things lovers did, he bade her farewell and left. Yet he ran into Rosalind in the front garden. Beneath the night sky, she stood before a flower bed, quietly admiring crystal roses that only emitted their crystalline glow at night, utterly absorbed in the sight.
The brilliant crystal radiance complemented Rosalind's white clothes, forming a unique scene beneath the night sky. And Yin Kuang was the only one able to appreciate that beauty.
To be honest, every time Yin Kuang saw this woman, he felt somewhat ashamed of himself. Perhaps because he had been used too often, he had always preferred to judge others with malice. Yet he had never detected any malice or schemes from Rosalind. She was like a holy mother—loving, fair, devoted, selfless, radiating the light of kindness from head to toe. Even though she had targeted him, concealed things from him, and used him on several occasions, the results had proven that her aims were selfless. It was impossible to truly hate her. In a university filled with betrayal, filth, and exploitation, she was simply an extraordinary oddity.
Yin Kuang hesitated for a moment, but still walked over and stood beside her. "You're still looking at flowers this late?" By standard timekeeping, it was already eleven-thirty. It was indeed quite late.
"Mm," Rosalind said. Yin Kuang asked, "Is something troubling you?" Rosalind said, "I suddenly have a bad feeling. I can't sleep because of it." Yin Kuang said, "Are you worried about the situation at Southern Sea?" Rosalind said, "No. No matter what happens at Southern Sea, it is beyond my reach. There is no point in worrying." Yin Kuang said, "You aren't... worried that something might