Xiyan turned her head and saw that Ou Jue had also stood up, his deep-set eyes tense, with a rigid jawline taut with restraint.
He wore a black, high-collared shirt, the buttons meticulously fastened all the way to the top, exuding an air of asceticism.
Meanwhile, Yin Qianze still had on his hospital gown, casually draped with a camel-colored trench coat, giving off the vibe of a fragile yet alluring youth straight out of a novel.
The two boys stood there, one like the night, the other like the day.
When their gazes collided, it was as if shadow and light clashed, dividing instantly into opposing factions.
Xiyan awkwardly stood in the exact center, feeling vividly that all eyes in the coffee shop were fixed squarely on her.
Yin Qianze lowered his eyes, his face full of indulgence as he looked at Xiyan. "Will you come with me? Or... do you want to stay?"
"Uh, I want to leave," Xiyan quickly interjected.
