His breathing drew ever closer.
For a fleeting moment, the world fell silent. It was so quiet she could hear the leaves rustling outside the window and the faint whisper of the air itself.
Jiang Qingli thought he was going to kiss her, and her lashes lowered.
But just as his lips were about to touch hers, Yuan Shimo froze, as if suddenly startled awake.
A mere hair's breadth separated their lips.
The young man's Adam's apple bobbed, his lips parting slightly.
The situation was strikingly similar to that drunken night.
Yuan Shimo had always convinced himself that the kiss that night was just an accident.
An accident born from drunkenness.
After all, from the next day on, she had treated him the same as always. It seemed she didn't remember it at all.
So, Yuan Shimo had told himself it was best to act like it never happened.
That way, he wouldn't make her feel awkward, and she wouldn't avoid him.
