This face does not belong to Yi Chenli.
No one in the entire capital city could be more handsome than Yi Chenli; his cold demeanor carried an air of nobility, as if he were a young man straight out of a book.
But the person in front of me had an ordinary face beneath brown pupils, which was not impressive.
An Yuan'er was stunned for a moment: "Huh? Could it really not be?"
She didn't want to believe it, but then she thought for a moment and said, "You, Yi Chenli, think you can fool me just because you're wearing a human skin mask? Let me tell you, I'm not so easily fooled."
An Yuan'er groped the boy in front of her, repeatedly rubbing and kneading his face, pinching and moving it here and there.
The boy had a good temper, and he didn't stop An Yuan'er from making a fuss, letting her do as she pleased.
An Yuan'er felt the texture in her hand; it was soft and tender, definitely not the rough material of a human skin mask. Moreover, she looked at the edge of the face and there was not a trace of a human skin mask pasted on.
The two are both disabled and use wheelchairs, but their temperament, voice, appearance, handwriting, etc. are all different.
An Yuan'er's body stiffened slightly. She awkwardly touched her head, got off the boy, and took a few steps back.
"It turns out it really wasn't me. I mistook you for someone else."
For some reason, An Yuan'er felt a faint sense of loss after confirming that the boy was not Yi Chenli.
The young man smiled gently: "It seems that you have mistaken me for the person in your wish."
But... even though everything was different, An Yuan'er still felt something was off; her intuition still told her it was Yi Chenli. This intuition had nothing to do with appearance, figure, or temperament; it was simply about feeling that it was him.
The subtle bonds that exist between two people are something An Yuan'er doesn't experience with others.
An Yuan'er was about to say something when the man in black appeared and said, "Young Master, the person has arrived."
The boy nodded; it was time to leave.
An Yuan'er heard voices calling her from afar: "Yuan'er, Yuan'er." It was her brother and father calling her from the bridge.
An Yuan'er tiptoed and called out from afar, "I'm here."
An Chaoli saw An Yuan'er's small figure crossing the crowd and coming down from the bridge.
An Yuan'er turned around and said gratefully, "Thank you for helping me and saving me."
Although she still had doubts, she was afraid she would have been lost in the crowd if it weren't for the young man's help today.
Before anyone knew it, the boy's wheelchair had approached An Yuan'er and was right in front of her.
The young man beckoned to An Yuan'er with his finger in a seductive gesture, and called out in a soft, alluring voice, "Miss."
An Yuan'er seemed to be bewitched, and involuntarily leaned her head closer.
In the blink of an eye, a soft, cool touch came over my cheek.
"Smack!"
The boy took the opportunity to kiss An Yuan'er on the cheek, a light, fleeting kiss.
An Yuan'er was stunned.
The boy whispered in An Yuan'er's ear, "I've received the thank-you gift, it's very sweet! See you next time, miss."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than several men in black, carrying the boy, vanished into the crowd in a flash, leaving not a trace.
An Yuan'er felt the dampness on her face and jolted awake from her trance.
She roared, "You don't even spare children, are you even human?"
She...she's only seven years old, and this is her first kiss!
This time, An Yuan'er was completely convinced that this person was definitely not Yi Chenli. Yi Chenli would never do such a thing, he would never...
"Ah! Ah!" An Yuan'er clenched her little fists in frustration.
I'm so angry!
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