Mu Qing felt bitter resentment. Suddenly, she sensed a gaze fixed upon her. Her heart skipped a beat, a sense of familiarity washing over her. Was it him? Could it be him? She scanned the crowd for the source of the gaze, urgently. Relying on the legendary female intuition, she tracked down the stare. Following its course, she saw him leaning against the window, Zhang Ziwen, the source of her heartache, the scoundrel who often appeared in her dreams.