If You Wish For It, I'll Make It Come True

'Which one do I like?'

Ning Li stood straight and looked at the man beside her.

The lights illuminated half of his delicate face, putting him in between light and darkness. His expression was hidden behind the mysterious aura.

The air felt heavy, and even the night breeze felt slow.

Her heart felt a strong grip as though a hand was holding her. 

Right before she could say a word, Cheng Xiyue's humorous voice came from behind. "That's it? You told Little Ning Li to skip class just because of this?"

The strange and subtle atmosphere was shattered to pieces, much to Ning Li's relief.

Lu Huaiyu turned around to Cheng Xiyue, his gaze as dead as still water.

Cheng Xiyue froze. His heart skipped a beat as he felt chills running down his spine. He stiffly raised a tray of freshly cut fruits. "Can I…have a piece of fruit?"

He was frozen on the outside, but deep down, he was complaining endlessly.