Yan Xinxin unexpectedly raised her eyes to look over, catching Xiao Yize off guard for a moment. His heart sank slightly.
Three years of high school, and yet she hadn't remembered him at all.
Seeing Xiao Yize staring at her blankly without speaking, Yan Xinxin felt even more puzzled.
"Hello? Have we met somewhere before?"
"No."
Xiao Yize snapped out of his daze, opened his mouth briefly, and strode away as soon as the elevator doors opened.
Yan Xinxin followed him out of the elevator, feeling increasingly odd. She really felt like she had seen this handsome man somewhere before.
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The afternoon weather suddenly turned much gloomier.
Yan Xinxin finished washing clothes and was holding a paintbrush, staring absent-mindedly at the blank canvas.
At that time... Was Mo Chuxi fighting for an opportunity for me? Is that why he suggested to the head designer to wait a bit longer before deciding on a candidate for mentorship?
Mo Chuxi...
