Although she had noticed Qin Muchen earlier, when their eyes met, Lin Jiujiu felt her heart skip a beat and her breathing inexplicably became lighter.
Since he arrived, Qin Muchen's gaze was fixed on Lin Jiujiu's face, catching all her movements without fail. He smiled slightly at her, "I came here, naturally, to find you."
"Find me!! Why, why, why..."
Lin Jiujiu stammered, asking, as if she suddenly found it difficult to breathe. She averted her gaze, thinking it might help.
Yet, even as she looked away, he continued to gaze at her.
Under his gaze, she felt particularly uneasy, seemingly fearful, yet it wasn't just unease or fear, it was a mix of both.
In short, it was an indescribable feeling.
Especially the red tulips in his hand—were they meant for her?
Having brought them to her house, they ought to be for her, but thinking this felt a bit narcissistic.
