Shen You'an raised her gaze, and the next moment, the young man walked in.
Like the moon brushing away the shadow of dark clouds, spilling soft, tranquil moonlight across the earth.
Not particularly intense, yet warm enough to touch the heart.
The young man reached the door, suddenly halted his steps, and quietly gazed at Shen You'an. His eyes held something stirring deep within, but it felt veiled in a mist, making it impossible to discern clearly.
The atmosphere in the room took an odd turn in an instant, as if the entire space was left with only the two of them, while everyone else ceased to exist.
Between the two of them flowed a peculiar tension, the kind that no one could break into.
The camera directly recorded the scene in its entirety, but through the lens, Rong Xianning's microexpressions were masterfully controlled. The fans watching the livestream couldn't detect anything unusual; only those present in the room could sense the strange, indescribable vibe.
