sitting cross-legged by the floor-to-ceiling window in his study. The heavy curtains were drawn, obscuring his expression. However, his bare chest and abnormal flush, coupled with the blue veins bulg...The man raised his eyes to glance at Liang Yimo, a slight smile on his lips: “Of course you can, if you sing well.”

Liang Yimo suddenly felt embarrassed, her face flushed red as she picked up her phone and turned on the recording function. When she looked up at the man sitting opposite her, she was reminded of the injured man from that night...

Is it really the same person

Liang Yimo wasn't quite sure. She thought it might be because they looked alike. But she also felt there was a difference in their personalities.

That night, although she saw him twice more afterward, the man was cold on the outside and hot on the inside. Every time he appeared, he would suddenly and unexpectedly kiss her.

But the man before me... gentle, courteous, and refined!

Because she would daydream about the ridiculously handsome man across from her, Liang Yimo simply closed her eyes and began to hum: "Say, what can't be said What are you afraid of Trust me, I won't cry, I won't be sad; wrong, whose fault is it, who can say clearly It's better to blame me; do, what can't be done What are you afraid of Trust me, I don't care, even if you leave..."

After Liang Yimo finished singing, she immediately sent the recording to Ye Meijia.

She hopes that her singing can truly bring comfort to her childhood friend who is far away.

At this moment, applause rang out in my ears.

Liang Yimo followed the sound and saw the man put his hand down, smiling and praising: “You sing very well.”

"Thank you!" Liang Yimo suddenly felt overjoyed and a faint smile appeared on her face.

The man continued, "Can you sing another one"

Which song would you like to hear

"That's your forte."

"Great!"

Liang Yimo's lips curled into a slight smile. She opened her phone, flipped out the lyrics, and sang another more cheerful song: "A quiet summer, with stars twinkling in the sky, there is some longing in my heart, longing for your face; I can pretend not to see it, or secretly miss you, until I touch your warm face; Even the cicadas have fallen asleep, sleeping peacefully; In my heart, a quiet summer..."

The man listened, lying down on the couch. He crossed his arms behind his head, a slight smile playing at the corners of his lips, eyes closed, quietly listening.

It's undeniable that this girl's voice is truly beautiful, like a sweet and refreshing candy that lingers on the palate.

After Liang Yimo finished singing, she realized that the man opposite her had already fallen asleep on the sofa.

The air conditioning in the compartment was set quite low. Liang Yimo walked over and took a thin blanket off the bed opposite her. She gently covered the man with it.

This man's sleeping face is very beautiful, his smooth and fair complexion, thick eyebrows, high nose, and gorgeous lip shape, all exude nobility and elegance.

Looking at this man's sleeping face, Liang Yimo suddenly felt very familiar.

She pondered for a moment, then realized that the man before her looked very similar to the one who had been injured and crawled into her room that night, whom she had kindly helped.

But, how could this be such a coincidence She had already left Linhai City.

To think about it, Liang Yimo looked at the elegant man in front of her and couldn't help but smile with relief. Even at her most vulnerable moment, she could meet such a kind person, it was really good...

The next morning, the train was about to arrive at Binjiang City.

After sleeping soundly through the afternoon, Leng Zhujing woke up naturally. He realized he was covered with a thin blanket and instinctively looked towards the bed opposite him.

The girl lay on her side, sleeping peacefully.

This blanket on me must have been put on by this kind girl last night!

Leng Zhujing chuckled with certainty.

At this time, the flight attendant knocked on the cabin door and gently reminded: "Dear passenger, please be informed that the train will arrive at Binjiang City in half an hour."

It seemed as if she had heard the flight attendant's knock and warm reminder, the girl's brows furrowed, seeming about to wake up.

Leng Zhujing came to her senses and took out her toiletries from her suitcase before entering the bathroom.

Liang Yimo suddenly sat up from the bed, hurriedly pulled out her phone to check the time, and instantly let out a sigh of relief. She thought she had over slept.

She stumbled to the edge of the bed, intending to step down using the footrest beside her. However, her foot landed on nothing and she fell clumsily.

"Bang!"

"Ah—"

A cry of pain came from outside the door, and Leng Zhucheng immediately put down the towel in his hand and went out.

Only to see the girl sitting on the ground, frowning and rubbing her right ankle.

"What's wrong" Leng Zhujing hurried to Liang Yimo's side, crouched down, and asked with concern.

Liang Yimo pursed her lips, really not wanting to tell him that she had fallen off the bed because she'd missed a step.

Liang Yimo didn't say a word, just giving Leng Zhujing a silent look. He could probably guess what was going on and couldn't help but smile inwardly.

What a fool!

"What's so funny..." Liang Yimo frowned, muttering to herself, her voice laced with complaint.

"I'm so sorry, I chuckled."

Liang Yimo looked at Leng Zhjing, who was apologizing politely with a well-mannered attitude. Then he reached out and grabbed her ankle.

As soon as he touched her, she cried out, "Ouch!"

It looks like, it's most likely a sprain.

"Let me help you up first!"

Leng Zhujian grasped Liang Yimo's arm and pulled her up, only then did he realize that this girl was not as light as she appeared.

In other words, this girl is rather thin and looks a bit frail.

"Thank you." Liang Yimo politely said her thanks and then sat down on the sofa.

"You're welcome."

Leng Zhucheng smiled faintly, then turned around and started packing his things.

After the train arrived, Liang Yimo dragged her suitcase and hopped forward with one foot.

Leng Zhujing saw the situation and immediately called for a flight attendant to help with the luggage. Then, without a word, she walked forward and scooped Liang Yimo up in her arms.

Liang Yimo was quite surprised by the sudden princess carry. Her suitcase in her hand was also taken over by the flight attendant.

The flight attendant only escorted the two of them off the train and to a safe zone.

Leng Zhuxiang put Liang Yimo down and then pointed to her own suitcase, saying, "You can sit on my suitcase, I'll push you."

“Thank you, it’s okay, I can walk by myself.” Liang Yimo smiled and refused.

Leng Zhujing raised an eyebrow, glanced at the exit that was still a long way off, and countered, "Are you sure you want to jump all the way there on one foot"

As he spoke, Liang Yimo also glanced at the exit not far away, as well as the bustling crowd.

"I, I'd still rather stay on top of your suitcase!" Liang Yimo smiled awkwardly.

Leng Zhuxiang smiled wryly, carrying Liang Yimo onto the suitcase.

His suitcase was big and sturdy, easily able to hold one person, let alone this light girl.

Leng Zhuling pushed her own suitcase with one hand and dragged Liang Yimo's suitcase with the other, not forgetting to remind Liang Yimo: "Hold on tight."

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