The moon rose slowly into the night sky.
But in Ye Lingling's eyes, the one who shone brightest was not the moon with its clear, silvery light. It was the gentle, refined Jiang Mingyang.
Neither of them spoke.
Yet unlike the silence that had hung between them before, the air now felt full of... warmth?
Ye Lingling simply watched Jiang Mingyang in silence and, somehow, did not feel bored at all.
Jiang Mingyang was no fool, nor was he blind to matters of the heart.
Ye Lingling had always been solitary and quiet, someone who disliked spending time with others.
Given her nature, she would never have sat silently beside just anyone late at night.
Much less spent so long sitting with a man in a secluded place.
Jiang Mingyang could tell that Ye Lingling liked him. This was no passing fondness; she liked him a great deal.
Ye Lingling was very different from Zhu Zhuqing.
Zhu Zhuqing was cold through and through, though a thread of tenderness lay hidden in her heart.
Ye Lingling, on the other hand, was solitary by nature and loved quiet.
What Ye Lingling and Zhu Zhuqing shared was that neither took a liking to others easily.
Conversely, once either of them did, that person was already close to finding a home in her heart.
Under those circumstances, winning her over was not especially difficult.
Jiang Mingyang could not help sighing. Why was his romantic luck so strong?
And why had it all come at once?
Besides, Jiang Mingyang felt that, in theory, he ought to be troubled.
So why did he feel happy and excited instead?
He thought back over his day. The more he thought about it, the less right it seemed.
He realized he had hardly come to tour the academy at