Opposite her, the more silent she became, the more Yin Fengchun's lips couldn't help but curve upwards.
His intuition had already told him that she, like him, had some feelings for the other.
Wu Lixuan held her phone and thought about asking her childhood friend: Are surgeons like this? Do they like to get to the bottom of everything? Do they have to know exactly how her heart is formed?
Every time he purposefully looked at her, those sharp eyes seemed like a knife ready to plunge into the core of her heart.
She admitted that she was very shocked when she first saw his face. After that, she avoided him, fully aware that he and Fang Qinsu were completely different people. How could these two possibly be the same?
Fang Qinsu was someone she had known since childhood, with a refined and somewhat shy personality, never dreaming of becoming a surgeon but only wanting to be a pianist.
