Ye Minghan stayed outside her door all night. Seeing that she had recovered, he got up and walked towards the elevator, preparing to go down to the ninth floor to see his grandmother.
As if by telepathy, the moment he left, Hua Qingyan's heart began to ache slightly again, though not as intensely.
Compared to the excruciating pain she experienced yesterday, she said this minor pain was still within her tolerance range.
There's nothing I can do but keep suffering like this; is there no cure?
The teenage girl expressed great sorrow.
With the driver and Aunt Liu's dutiful escort, she, who had never experienced university life before, was now standing at the historic S University.
She looked at the magnificent teaching building and had a sense of déjà vu.
It was as if she had taken classes here and experienced many things here.
She shook her messy little head and frowned between her fair brows.
That's really strange, why does it feel familiar?
The next second, a slight stinging pain suddenly struck, spreading from my chest outwards.
The books she was holding scattered on the ground, her slender hands tightly covering her left breast, and she curled up into a ball on the ground.
His entire figure exuded an indescribable pain.
This is the back gate of the campus, a place with few people and hardly anyone passes by.
She could only helplessly bury her head between her knees, hoping that things would return to normal.
Tears silently soaked her dress.
Ye Minghan had just finished paying his grandmother's hospital fees and rushed over to class when he happened to see the little figure etched in his heart, who was squatting on the ground, burying his head in pain.
His heart clenched instantly, his brows furrowed, and without thinking, he rushed to her side, bent down and pulled her into his arms, then tenderly kissed the top of her head.
A cool, magnetic voice gently sounded in Hua Qingyan's ear: "Does it hurt again?"
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The unfamiliar body temperature and the scent of mint caused the girl's brain to freeze for a second.
who is he?
Why does the voice sound so familiar?
Her eyes were red as she looked up at the person who was holding her.
In that instant, she felt as if time had stood still.
His cool and handsome face forcefully entered her vision, and she couldn't help but murmur to herself:
He's even more handsome than any of the male celebrities she'd ever met in the entertainment industry.
His features were striking and handsome, with a high nose bridge, deep-set eyes, and especially beautiful double eyelids. His jawline was also well-defined and exquisite.
Wearing a fitted black shirt, every cell in her body exudes a fatal allure, making it almost impossible to resist.
What a handsome, abstinent man!
Who is this handsome guy?
Why does she have absolutely no recollection of this?
Hua Qingyan fell into deep thought.
Ye Minghan noticed that her eyes were red at the corners, and there were obvious tear stains on her fair cheeks.
His heart ached as if pricked by needles. He slowly raised his slender hand and gently wiped away the tears.
Those warm fingertips felt like they carried a faint electric current, and the snow-white skin they touched felt as if it were burning hot.
This was the first time in her memory that a man had gotten so close to her and made such intimate gestures.
She turned her head shyly to avoid his touch.
When Ye Minghan saw her turn her head, he assumed she disliked his approach, so he immediately let go of her, stood up, and stepped back half a step.
His devilishly handsome face regained its usual aloofness.
His eyes were deep and dark, containing emotions that were difficult to understand.
Seeing that the girl didn't speak, he concluded that she didn't want to see him. Suppressing the bitterness in his heart, he bent down, picked up her scattered books, stacked them neatly, placed them on a bench, and then turned and left.
Hua Qingyan was completely bewildered by this move. She just left like that?
But no one could answer her question at that moment.
She could only watch that handsome and upright figure walk away without looking back or lingering.
Who could be so handsome?
Which college is he from?
With such good looks, could he be from the media industry?
She had slowly regained her strength, and stood up by holding onto the armrest of the bench next to her, straightening her slightly disheveled clothes.
He bent down to pick up the books neatly placed on the bench and started walking towards the art academy.
Only after that bright and beautiful figure had gone far away did Ye Minghan, who was leaning against the back of the teaching building, appear.
His deep gaze, filled with an unseen infatuation, was fixed on her graceful figure.
Only after she disappeared at the end of the tree-lined path did he turn around and walk towards the School of Finance.
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