Lin Jichen stood quietly in place, his gentle gaze falling on the figure working diligently at the desk ahead, a surge of indescribable complex emotions welling up in his heart.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that he might have never truly understood Nangong Yue, who was always by his side.

In the depths of his memory, his Senior Sister was always vibrant and carefree.

Back then, she was mischievous, charmingly naive, and loved to cling to him, playfully teasing and acting spoiled. Her heart was pure and whimsical, she loved snacks and reading city tales, as lively and warm as the spring breeze.