After breakfast, Fiona and Jing made plans to go for a massage, and they invited Yeh and Lin to join them.
Yeh glanced down at her phone, using it as an excuse. "I have some work to catch up."
Lin immediately followed. "I need to edit some videos."
Back in her room, Yeh opened her laptop. The screen glow illuminated her face, reflecting her concentration and composure.
The room fell into silence, with only rhythmic clicking of keys and the low hum of the air conditioner
Yeh quickly slipped back into her familiar rhythm, shutting everything else out—until a knock sounded at the door.
Yeh paused, then went to open it.
As the door swung wide, her gaze landed on the figure standing there.
It was Lin. She was dressed simply in a t-shirt and casual pants, her hair tied back loosely. She looked as if she had just stepped away from deep concentration, her energy still slightly withdrawn. Her tone was natural, yet with a faint hesitation. "Hey... did you happen to bring a laptop charger? I forgot to bring mine."
As Lin spoke, her eyes flickered quickly around the room, checking if she was intruding.
Yeh blinked. "Yeah, wait a second."
She turned to rummage through her suitcase.
Lin remained in the doorway, leaning against the frame. She shifted her weight slightly, a small, restless movement with a sense of waiting.
When Yeh handed the charger over, their fingers brushed briefly. The contact was fleeting, but it seemed to pause the air between them.
Seizing the moment, Yeh asked, "Want to come in for a bit? I just made some tea."
Her voice was casual, yet deliberate.
Lin didn't hesitate. "Sure."
She walked in as if it were the most natural thing in the world and settled onto the sofa.
Yeh returned to her desk and sent off the message she had been typing.
As she worked, Lin watched her. It wasn't a stare, but a lingering, unconscious gaze.
Yeh's profile was sharp and clean. When focused on work, her jaw tightened slightly, and her fingers moved across the keyboard with steady, unhesitating precision.
Suddenly, Lin spoke. "The first time I met you, I thought you were the type... who wouldn't fall for someone easily."
The words came out of nowhere, and Yeh's heart skipped a beat.
She stopped typing and turned around. "Why do you say that?"
Lin leaned back, her voice calm but certain, as if she had studied her closely. "You're just... excessively rational."
The room went quiet for a second.
The observation struck a chord. Yeh thought for a moment before explaining, "Actually, I get very excited internally, I just don't show it on the surface."
Her voice softened, losing some of its usual reserve. "I couldn't even scream when I was little on roller coasters. And I sit completely still during concerts without shouting."
Lin smiled softly. "You are really special."
It was a simple comment, but it felt heavy with meaning, leaving Yeh with no place to hide.
Feeling a blush rise, Yeh looked away and quickly changed the subject. "What did you study in university? You mentioned it before, but it was too noisy that day."
Lin relaxed into the sofa, her tone was slowing down. "Undergrad and master's were both in Taiwan. I studied music."
"Then why did you start your own business?"
The question carried more weight than simple small talk.
Lin looked at her, her gaze becoming more intense.
"Because I want to create things that last."
She paused, searching for the right words.
"Not just trends, not just what others tell me to do... but things that I believe in."
Yeh looked at her, speechless for a moment. She realized then that Lin's attraction wasn't accidental, nor was it just about chemistry. It was because Lin possessed a steady, inner light.
"That sounds exactly like you," Yeh said quietly.
Lin raised an eyebrow. "Like me?"
"Yes." Yeh held her gaze, her eyes contained unspoken emotion . "You're someone with dreams and passion. You don't just work for results. I could feel it even watching your work early before."
Lin was touched by the intensity of the look. It wasn't just praise; it was the feeling of being truly seen and understood.
Yeh didn't say more, but she knew Lin had heard her.
The silence that followed wasn't awkward; it was a connection, deepening and stretching between them.
"What about you?" Lin asked softly. "What are your plans for the future?"
Yeh smiled, and this time it was genuine, as if she had finally found someone she could be completely honest with.
"I want to create content that brings warmth and power."
Yeh spoke slowly, as if confirming her own words.
"Things that can accompany people through hard times. I've always believed that if a story can help someone get through a low point, then it's worth everything."
Yeh paused. "Right now, I work hard to make money, but it's all so that one day I can do more of this... create things that actually make a difference."
At the word "difference," Lin's eyes lit up. They had spoken it in unison the very first time they met.
"Then maybe... this collaboration between us can really do that."
Lin's voice carried an excitement she couldn't quite suppress, a slight tremor of anticipation.
The air softened. In that same instant, they both realized that their dreams pointed in the exact same direction. That feeling of being understood created a resonance between two hearts that rarely opened easily.
Listening to her, Yeh felt a question rise to her lips.
Do you have someone you like right now? Or, You're so busy, do you even have time for relationships?
The words circled her throat but stopped there.
It was too soon, too direct. She didn't want to appear too eager, too forward in this fragile moment. Instead, she lifted her tea and took a sip, forcing the impulse down.
Lin spoke first. "By the way... you and PYang seem really close?"
Her tone was light, as if just making casual conversation.
But Yeh caught the undercurrent of inquiry immediately. She looked up, meeting Lin's eyes. They were calm, but waiting.
Yeh's heart sank slightly. She didn't deny it too quickly—that would look defensive. Instead, she kept her tone even. "We're... good friends."
No extra explanations, no added emotion.
Lin nodded slowly. "Hmm. He certainly takes good care of you."
It sounded like an observation, but the implication was impossible to ignore.
Yeh gave a faint smile. "You're quite observant, aren't you?"
Lin smiled back, but there was a sharpness behind it. "People who create content have to be sensitive."
The silence returned, heavy and clear.
Yeh understood now. She was seeing the real Lin. Not the character on screen, not the image she had projected, but a person with dreams, judgment, restraint, and edge. Lin was serious when she spoke, her eyes shone when she laughed, and her voice was firm when she talked about the future.
Her attraction wasn't created on purpose, it was simply who she was.
And in this moment, Yeh knew without a doubt—
She wasn't in love with imagination, she was in love with this person.
Seeing that Yeh didn't respond immediately, Lin added slowly, "I just wondered... if maybe you were more than just friends."
The words were light, but they sounded like a test.
Yeh's breath caught. She looked at her, keeping her voice steady. "Why do you care?"
Lin was quiet for a second, then the corner of her mouth lifted.
"Just... getting to know my partner."
It was a reasonable answer, but it didn't fully hide her true intention.
And Yeh finally understood. She had always thought Lin was just naturally warm and friendly, the kind of person who made everyone feel special. But now she realized that Lin's way of getting close wasn't just surface-level. It happened when she started asking questions, when she started judging, when she started caring about who else was around you. That was how she built real relationship.