Only then did the boy slowly raise his head, his gaze almost greedily fixed on her retreating figure.
His dark eyes held a burning obsession, his eyes locked on the direction she had gone, greedily trying to capture the last trace of her scent in the air.
He practically crawled, placing his hands on the ground—where she had just stood—where the dry soil seemed to still carry a faint, incongruous sweet fragrance from her. cotton-linen dress, and her own unique scent.
He inhaled deeply, almost suffocatingly, his chest heaving, frantically sucking in the last vestiges of her scent that were about to dissipate. His worn-out hearing aid hummed softly with his rapid breathing.
His fingertips dug deep into the cracked earth, his knuckles turning white, as if he could grasp even the slightest trace of her presence. He had loved her from the first moment he saw her.
She actually came over and asked him his name… …
She actually wanted to know his name!
Up close, she was far more beautiful than he had imagined, like a dazzling ray of light suddenly piercing his gloomy, hopeless world, almost causing a burning sensation.
He felt a wave of dizziness and looked up in the direction she had gone.
At their first meeting, her skin was fair and delicate, flawless even in the strong sunlight. Her cheeks had a natural rosy glow from the heat, her eyes were bright and clear, and her eyelashes were long and curled—she was beautiful beyond compare.
He had been watching her from a dark corner, never expecting that she, who was handing out candy, would notice him.
She walked towards him, so close that he could see the fine, almost invisible soft down on her face and a tiny bead of sweat on the tip of her nose.
Her lips were a natural, full, rosy red, and when she spoke, a glimpse of her pearly white teeth was revealed. At that moment, she asked him,
“Do you want some candy?”
Luckily, he had his hearing aid on.
She placed the pretty candy in his palm and smiled at him.
So kind…
Jiang Muchen was deeply captivated.
She possessed a sweet and rich fragrance, and today, as she drew near, he could smell that scent again… He felt incredibly excited.
His gaze remained fixed on her; she was on the phone, every strand of her hair gleaming with meticulous care, swaying gently with her movements.
Even her slight frown and impatience exuded an air of refinement and preciousness.
…
However, Jiang Muchen was unaware that she was talking to her boyfriend.
They were always inseparable, but now that she was doing charity work in the mountains with her father, she had less time to communicate with her boyfriend, and he was starting to feel insecure.
“How many times do I have to tell you? I don’t have that much time to check my phone. How can I possibly answer every time you call?” Ling Yue said, one hand on her hip. “Can you stop overthinking?”
Her boyfriend cried on the other end of the line, saying he desperately wanted to see her.
But media and photographers frequently came here, and as the daughter of a government official, if she were photographed dating here, people would gossip, and it could even escalate into accusations of her father’s poor parenting.
She couldn’t afford to gamble with her father’s career.
She told him not to come, so he started pestering her relentlessly.
Ling Yue hung up the phone in annoyance; she couldn’t be bothered to argue with him anymore. She had no idea that men could be so troublesome.