Time seemed to stretch.
Clearly it was a fleeting touch, yet it felt lingering.
The warmth of the lips quickly withdrew, leaving a slightly cool, moist trace.
In the view, Lin Li's face was close with a clear smile, but the surrounding noise—the cheers of the crowd downstairs, the explosions of fireworks, the coaxing sounds from the other side of the rooftop due to a confession, and even the gasps of friends beside her—all abruptly lost focus at that moment, merging into a blurry buzzing wave.
Chen Yu Ying was slightly stunned; her heartbeat paused briefly before pounding heavily against her chest like a drum, making her eardrums throb.
Her cheeks felt as if they were hit by the most intense winter sun, instantly flushed with undeniable heat, spreading from her touched chin to the root of her ears, which she knew must be completely red without looking.
Thoughts paused, momentarily frozen.
