Gu Yue fiercely condemns "abandoning wife and dragon" behavior; Lin An: Let's rest today and talk tomorrow.

Lin An stepped forward.

Leng Yaozhu was immersed in a tangle of self-pity and anger.

Suddenly, she felt the boy's presence rapidly draw near.

She instinctively looked up.

Lin An was already standing before her.

Then he reached out and gently took her hand.

Leng Yaozhu's body stiffened abruptly.

His fingers were long and warm, resting over the back of her hand.

His grip was not strong, yet it felt as though something had shot into her veins through that touch, burning all the way to her heart.

Then he closed his eyes.

His body leaned forward slightly.

He was rising onto his tiptoes.

Leng Yaozhu's heart nearly stopped in that instant.

Her reason screamed—she should push him away!

He was Yue'er's boyfriend!

How could she do something like this with him?

Yet her body remained frozen in place, showing no intention of avoiding him at all.

Lin An's face drew closer and closer.

She could feel his breath brushing across her face, carrying the crisp, pure scent unique to a young man.

She could make out the fine fuzz on his skin.

His lips were the palest pink, like flower buds on branches in early spring that had yet to bloom.

Then, for some reason, an inexplicable force surfaced within her.

It was not Soul Power, nor was it spiritual power, but something deeper—an instinct etched into the depths of her soul.

Her body involuntarily shifted back slightly.

Leng Yaozhu froze for a moment.

Then she thought she was simply being shy.

That it was her heart, locked away for too long and long since unable to respond, choosing to retreat at the last moment.

She gave a bitter laugh inwardly.

So I still can't forget that person after all?

But that bitterness lasted only a moment before it