Watching Wang Yan's departing figure, Su Yamo's hand remained suspended in mid-air, as if still retaining the warmth of Wang Yan's palm.
Standing there dazed, Su Yamo's heart was like a jar of mixed feelings being spilled, uncertain of what she was truly feeling.
"What's wrong with me? Why am I worried about him?"
"No, it's not concern. My duty is to protect citizens' safety, and he's just a citizen after all."
"Su Yamo, stop deceiving yourself. You definitely care about him. When he held you just now, whose heart raced so hard?"
"No, no, he's just a delinquent. How could I like him?"
"Oh heavens, Su Yamo, what's wrong with you?"
While Su Yamo was lost in thought, she looked up at a mirror in front of her and saw her own reflection.
The reflection showed Su Yamo with a flushed face, a shy demeanor, and dreamy eyes, embodying a lovesick expression.
Upon seeing her own face, Su Yamo couldn't help but feel even more shy.