In a quiet corner of the library, they each held a book but neither could focus. The male lead would sneak glances at the female lead from time to time, his gaze tinged with an unmistakable tenderness and curiosity. He furrowed his brow slightly, as if pondering something, yet the corners of his mouth kept rising involuntarily, as though simply seeing her filled his heart with joy. The female lead would also catch his gaze without meaning to, and a faint blush would instantly spread across her cheeks. A flash of panic crossed her eyes. She hurriedly lowered her head, her long eyelashes trembling gently like the wings of a startled butterfly. But the male lead boldly kept looking at her, the smile on his lips growing wider, his eyes full of affection. They said nothing, yet the air was charged with romantic tension, as if countless invisible threads were winding around them.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
