The next morning when she awoke, the last image in her mind was this: amidst the fluttering begonia blossoms, Gu Xiao stood in a white suit, tall and elegant, with eyes like dots of lacquer, so deep and dark that they seemed to pull one's soul into them. He was smiling, looking at her with a smile that even made the spring breeze seem drunk, and she was intoxicated too... feeling her heartbeat stop for a few seconds.
Then, as if running madly for eight hundred kilometers, it started beating violently again.
Gu Xiao was eating breakfast as if nothing was out of the ordinary, and when he noticed Qin Youbei's gaze, he glanced at her and continued with his meal, then casually asked, "What's up?"
What's up? Nothing... There was silence for a long time, until Gu Xiao pressed again, "Come on, say it."
Qin Youbei cleared her throat tentatively, her expression twisted in a small dilemma, but ultimately, she said nothing, "It's nothing... just none of your business, anyway."
