With such anticipations, Mu Xiangwan grew increasingly restless over the next two days. She, who usually fell asleep as soon as she hit the bed, surprisingly suffered from insomnia, her mind filled with thoughts of Su Chaoyang.
She thought of how he looked when he first came to her house as a child, handsome and polite.
She thought of how he fought when competing for the martial arts championship, his movements sharp, arrogant, and domineering.
She thought of the situation when he ranked first in the exam, low-key and restrained, proud but not arrogant.
She thought of how he looked striding in his military uniform, resolute and stern, filled with righteous awe.
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She didn't know when, but thinking of him always resulted in such positive perfect side. The bad impressions were buried in the dust of time and could never be found again.
