His thoughts drifted away like a wild horse with a broken tether. Amidst this vacant reverie, a vivid and uniquely charming image of Ying Yanran feeling jealous surfaced unbidden in Suchen's mind.
It was an ordinary afternoon. The warm sun lazily poured into the courtyard, where flowers bloomed in splendid abundance and a gentle breeze carried wave after wave of fragrance. Suchen sat on a stone stool in the courtyard as usual, his attention fixed on his phone.
Just then, Ying Yanran walked lightly and silently to Suchen's side. Her graceful figure swayed gently with every movement, like a blooming, exquisite flower.
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