A sudden thought emerged in Xie Qiyan's mind, making his usually calm and composed heart inexplicably race. His heartbeat began to surge uncontrollably, and the slightly upward curve of his lips froze awkwardly in place. On his face, more beautiful than a woman's, there was a trace of seriousness—perhaps even... a pale, ashen hue.
"Lately, I seem to think about this little girl quite a lot. Am I being foolish? Every time we meet, we always butt heads, arguing non-stop. And yet, because of her..."
Xie Qiyan's expression showed mild irritation, and his face turned noticeably grim. Handsomely tossing his head in defiance, he forced himself to stop thinking. He turned back, picked up the document on the table with his elegant, slender fingers, and tried to immerse himself in work.
"But seriously, she's just so cute, so beautiful..."
