After returning from the exhibition, Jiang Yuchi locked herself in her room. Desperate to listen to more French, she typed a crude and direct search query: "Classic French films."
The room was dim, with the projector casting lonely lights and shadows onto the screen. Curled up in her seat, Jiang Yuchi watched over twenty movies day and night, yet her heart remained empty.
Gradually, she realized that she didn't actually like French; she was simply captivated by that Mr. Jiang. By extension, her fondness for him had spilled over, making even his French seem imbued with a mesmerizing charm.
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