Last night, Xiao Fang lay in bed, tossing and turning, deeply lost in thought.
One was a person to whom she owed a great debt of gratitude, another was the person she admired; she did not want to lose either of them.
As she thought, the image of Lin Yifan, his smile, and his handsome face uncontrollably surfaced in her mind...
Whenever she remembered these, she couldn't help but give a foolish smile, as if all her laughter stemmed from Lin Yifan alone.
At this moment, the answer was already clear; in her heart, there was no Bright True Master, only Lin Yifan.
Coming to her senses, she muttered to herself, "Has he already replaced Master in my heart?"
Gazing at the bright moon outside the window, she reflected on the past and dreamed of the future, finding herself unable to sleep all night.
At dawn, the first ray of sunlight shone through the window.
Lin Yifan opened his bleary eyes, preparing to get up and return home.