Yan Rouxi continued to admire the beautiful atmosphere that had come alive straight from the pages of her diary when she heard footsteps approaching. The grass crunched slightly under polished shoes, followed by the whisper of rustling leaves. A shadow emerged from behind the trees.
Gu Yixuan stepped into the clearing, effortlessly handsome in his tailored black suit. His dark hair was styled to perfection, and in his hand, he held a bouquet of fresh roses. The sight of him made Yan Rouxi's breath hitch—just for a second. Their eyes met, locking in an intense gaze.
For just a moment, she swore she saw a sincere smile flicker across his cold face—so brief that she almost doubted its existence. Had he really smiled? Or was it just her imagination playing tricks on her?
"Rouxi," he whispered, his voice low as he took a step towards her. "You are finally here."
"Did you give me a choice?" she retorted, her tone laced with sarcasm.
