The field of vision from where I lay on the desk narrowed, small enough to frame only one person.
Fu You'an was feeling dejected. Her chin grew tired, so she shifted her posture, pressed her face against her arms, and looked to the left. She saw Yun Jinghe also slumped over his desk. At such close range, they were face-to-face, their gazes locked. She could even hear his breathing.
For some reason, this sudden, accidental eye contact made her heart skip a beat.
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