Outside, raindrops began to pound against the glass, blurring the city's neon lights into blurry blocks of color. Ye Qingliu looked up at the rain, his gray-blue eyes reflecting the flickering lights outside the window, like the aurora flowing across the polar night sky.
Xi Wanrong didn't approach, nor did she attempt to arrange a chance encounter. She simply stood at a distance, capturing this moment with her phone—the boy's silhouette against the rain, cold and distant, as if isolated from the world in another dimension.
"Crack."
Another perfect candid shot.
"Wanrong, do you know who he is? He is from the Ye family!"
Xi Wanrong paused as she swiped the screen of her mobile phone. She smiled softly, recalling what Zhao Pingchi had said casually at that time.
"He was the one who gave me that black card, wasn't he?"
Zhao Pingchi gritted his teeth and admitted it.
For the next half hour, Xi Wanrong acted as if nothing had happened.
She tried on several scarves, adjusted the angle in front of the mirror, and occasionally chatted with the salesgirl. But Zhao Pingchi noticed...
Her fingers unconsciously reached for her phone every few minutes.
Each time, she pretended to be just adjusting her bag strap or fixing her hair, but her eyes would always briefly drift towards the screen, as if confirming something.
Zhao Pingchi stood behind her, watching her continue to flip through the scarf as if nothing had happened, and his mind was full of the scene just now -
When she secretly took pictures of Ye Qingliu, the glint in her eyes was something he had never seen before.
It was a kind of...hunting excitement.
When Xi Wanrong returned home in the evening, she went into the bathroom as soon as she entered the door.
Zhao Pingchi sat on the sofa in the living room, listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, his fingers tapping unconsciously on his knees.
The sound of water stopped.
He heard her walk out of the bathroom, her footsteps were very light, as if she was afraid to disturb something.
Then, there was the sound of the bedroom door closing.
Zhao Pingchi stood up and walked to the bedroom door. A faint light shone through the crack of the door - she didn't turn on the main lights, only a small night light on the bedside.
He gently pushed the door open.
Xi Wanrong lay on her side on the bed, the light from her cell phone screen reflected on her face.
She was looking at the photo again.
Her fingertips slid lightly across the screen, zooming in, out, and then zooming in again, as if repeatedly confirming some details.
Zhao Pingchi stood in the dark and suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.
He turned and left, closing the door gently.
In the middle of the night, when Zhao Pingchi woke up, he found that Xi Wanrong was not in bed.
Zhao Pingchi stood up and saw that the glass door of the balcony was slightly open, and the cool breeze was blowing the curtains gently.
He walked over and saw Xi Wanrong standing on the balcony, looking down at her phone.
The moonlight fell on her, and her profile appeared particularly clear in the darkness.
She was looking at the photo again.
Zhao Pingchi stood in the shadows and suddenly felt like a voyeur.
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