Yan Qingyu stood rooted to the spot, his gaze cold as he watched Chunyi's retreating back. But then, as if sensing his stare, she looked back over her shoulder. She blossomed into a stunningly clear smile—so pure it was dazzling, yet it held a faint trace of comforting pity and a hint of bitterness. It was a kind of beauty he had never seen before in his life.
Her backward glance and smile held a thousand charms, a peerless beauty that could topple cities.
His heart skipped a beat. He pressed a hand to his chest, feeling the strong, hot throb against his palm. For some reason, his heart seemed to tickle.
Chunyi returned to the classroom. She needed to come up with a proper plan.
'In the original plot, Xia Zhihan attracted Yan Qingyu by stoically enduring everyone's mockery and belittlement,' she thought. 'Now Yan Qingyu is already developing a good impression of her. I have to think of something, fast.'
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