Su Nian was stunned for a moment.
Once she understood Chu Tian’s meaning, her cheeks instantly felt as if they had been set ablaze, burning hot.
Yet, along with that shame, a trace of… joy bubbled up.
‘He called me pretty… Why is my heart racing and why am I so happy?’
‘I was clearly an idol before with many fans; I should have been used to being praised by now.’
‘Is it because of the “person”?’
‘Is it true that even with amnesia, starting over again leads to subconsciously only liking him?’
At this moment.
The man and woman stood under the moonlight.
As Su Nian lowered her head with a blushing face, the atmosphere reached a peak of ambiguity.
Chu Tian watched her exquisite side profile shrouded in moonlight, looking at her slightly trembling eyelashes that resembled butterfly wings.
He felt his throat go dry.
With a light breeze, the unique fragrance of the young girl filled Chu Tian’s nose.
He could not help but move a bit closer to her.
That masculine, warm presence instantly enveloped Su Nian.
Su Nian sensed his intention.
The night breeze carried the faint, elegant scent of the Night Epiphyllum, mixing with the clean, crisp scent on him.
It burrowed into her nose, overbearingly occupying all her senses.
Too close.
There was a burning itch.
The man’s warm breath sprayed across her lips, bringing a deep, indescribable panic that rushed in like a dam breaking, instantly crashing through her previous joy.
Right before those thin lips could touch, a primal fear belonging to a young girl, rooted in her soul, finally triumphed over instinct.
His face slowly pressed down under the moonlight.
“Clack.”
That frantic shame finally triumphed over instinct.
A crisp, trembling sound rang out.
She stood up abruptly, her high heels striking the hard marble floor.
Chu Tian’s movements came to a screeching halt because of this.
The lingering moonlight seemed to dim slightly.
The night breeze blew past, fluttering the blonde hair near the girl’s cheeks, yet it could not sweep away the burning heat on her face.
Chu Tian looked at her eyes, which were filled with panic and wariness, and was initially stunned.
Immediately after, a trace of a helpless, bitter smile appeared on his face—a smile that hid a loneliness he had not even noticed himself.
“Sorry.”
He sat back further away, returning to an absolutely safe social distance.
His voice carried a hint of undeniable self-mockery.
“I forgot our agreement.”
His upright and gentlemanly behavior, along with that calm, almost distant apology, actually made Su Nian feel a bit embarrassed.
A sudden, inexplicable trace of… guilt arose in Su Nian’s heart.
They were once a couple.
Perhaps Chu Tian’s actions just now were simply an instinctive loss of control under the romantic atmosphere, or perhaps because he had returned to a familiar place and remembered some of his memories.
He was not in the wrong.
Furthermore, the moment Chu Tian saw her resistance, he had stopped.
He even took the initiative to apologize.
In contrast… her panicked, defensive state, that hesitant yet resolute retreat… she did not look like she was facing her “lover.”
She looked more like she was facing a rogue with ill intentions.
To retreat and flee from the intimate actions of her “lover”… was she being too much?
Once this thought surfaced, she could no longer suppress it.
She could even feel Chu Tian’s gaze on her; although there was not a hint of blame in it, it made her feel completely uncomfortable, as if needles were pricking her back.
Su Nian’s fingertips were cold, and she subconsciously gripped the hem of her skirt, her gaze falling uncontrollably onto her own legs.
Those were long, straight legs wrapped in pure black stockings.
The thin high heels she wore further outlined her curves, filling her with a mature allure.
This outfit…
This outfit that she would only wear in front of him…
Was it not meant to please him?
The other party had likely become impulsive because of what she was wearing tonight.
She was wearing an outfit that could most easily trigger a man’s desire, yet at the moment he was moved, she had pushed him away in the most hurtful manner.
A wave of unprecedented, intense emotion instantly submerged her.
“It is late, and the wind is chilly.”
Chu Tian stood up, his voice devoid of any readable emotion.
“Let’s go back. I will help you set up the defensive formation for your room.”
He was the first to turn around, walking toward the corridor they had come from.
His back was straight, yet under the soft lights of the empty corridor, it cast a long, slightly lonely shadow.
Su Nian watched him, her heart feeling as though an invisible needle had been driven 1 inch deeper.
She bit her lower lip, which still seemed to carry the coolness of the balcony’s night breeze.
She followed him.
“Clack, clack, clack…”
Every time the heels of her high shoes struck the mirror-like marble floor, they produced a crisp, lonely echo.
The sound spread through the silent, deep corridor.
Between the two of them, there was always a distance of one step.
Su Nian’s mind uncontrollably replayed the scene from just now.
Chu Tian’s helpless, bitter smile when he apologized.
His lonely silhouette as he turned away.
And her own defensive, panicked retreat.
Su Nian thought about her previous decision.
She had to try to ease the relationship with Chu Tian; at the very least, she could not act like she hated him.
She could not let herself regret it when her memories returned 3 months later, nor could she let it affect their original relationship.
But now, she had messed everything up.
No.
She had to do something.
If she did nothing now and allowed this silence and awkwardness to spread, then this single step between her and Chu Tian might truly become something she could never cross again.
A rift and a grudge would be left in their relationship.
She looked at the broad back of the man in front of her, watching his arms swing powerfully with his stride.
A thought began to grow wildly.
It caused her cheeks to burn uncontrollably.
Her heart rate began to spiral out of control without warning, thumping violently against her chest one beat after another, making a sound like a beating drum.
That sound was so loud in the silent corridor that she even suspected the man in front of her could hear it.
Her pace quickened slightly without her realizing it.
The rhythm of her high heels tapping against the floor suddenly accelerated.
“Clack, clack, clack…”
The distance between the two was quietly closed.
One step.
Half a step.
Closer.
She could almost feel the warm breath from her nose brushing against the fabric of his shirt.
She was so close that she could touch him just by reaching out.
Su Nian’s heart had already rushed to her throat, blocking all her breath.
The blood in her entire body was surging toward a single place.
Her slightly raised, cold right hand.
Her hand paused in the air for half a second.
Her fingertips curled and trembled from extreme tension.
It was now.
As if using all her strength, or driven by some irresistible instinct, she suddenly reached out.
Just before Chu Tian sensed the movement behind him and was about to turn his head.
That cool, trembling little hand accurately and gently grasped his large, warm hand.