The girl standing before him was the very person from his sketches. Her hair, black as ink, cascaded to her waist and swayed gently in the evening breeze. Her eyes, clear as pools of water, stirred an irrepressible impulse to pull her into his arms and cherish her.
Seeing Lin Mo staring at her in silence, An Youyu thought he was angry.
She hesitated for a moment, then proactively lay back on the recliner, wrapping her arms tightly around his left arm and resting her head on his left shoulder.
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