Gong Chen approached her, his slender fingers brushing the edges of the paper, producing a faint sound of pages turning.
Lin Zhiyi couldn’t help but swallow hard, pressing her hand down even more firmly.
The next moment, the man’s fingertips slid along the paper to caress her hand, slowly clasping it. The warmth of his palm scorched the scar on the back of her hand.
The room’s lighting, designed to match the overall aesthetic of the inn, consisted entirely of warm-toned ambient lights.
The only downside was that it was too hazy.
So much so that Lin Zhiyi could barely make out the man’s expression, yet there was no way to evade his deep, piercing gaze.
He lowered his head and lightly pecked her lips.
Then he quietly locked eyes with her, his breaths growing increasingly heated.
Lin Zhiyi pressed her lips together, attempting to avoid him, but he kissed her again, this time not allowing any resistance.
Her hand was firmly gripped and moved aside, and the wind from outside blew in, scattering her design drafts, revealing a sketch that had been hidden at the bottom.
Gong Chen.
That day, Lin Zhiyi had fallen asleep hunched over her desk and dreamed of Gong Chen’s death.
The scene in her dream was vivid—Gong Chen wearing a gray, faded outfit, sitting upright somewhere, staring directly at her as if he could see her, his eyes reddening.
Before she could get closer, he began to cough up mouthfuls of blood.
Lin Zhiyi woke up with a start, her palms clammy, as if stained with blood, yet she had no recollection of why he would die.
And so she had drawn this sketch. Apart from Gong Chen’s face, much of the rest was shrouded in shadows.
Lin Zhiyi’s thoughts were pulled far away by the kiss, but suddenly, a sound came from downstairs.
"Zhiyi, you’re back?"
Hearing Du Qian’s voice, Lin Zhiyi was startled.
It’s not Saturday—why had Du Qian returned to Hai Yue Bay?
Like Li Huan, he often worked night shifts, and since the hospital wasn’t close to Hai Yue Bay, he usually stayed in the dormitories.
Yet the Gong Chen in front of her acted as if he hadn’t heard anything, his grip on her unrelenting.
Lin Zhiyi raised her hand to block him, whispering, "Are you crazy?"
"What does he have to do with me? Are you concerned?" Gong Chen narrowed his eyes, a hint of coldness lingering in them.
"You..." Lin Zhiyi glared at Gong Chen as the footsteps outside the door grew closer. "Do you enjoy seeing me embarrassed?"
"Can’t I just be jealous?"
"..."
Lin Zhiyi froze for a moment.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door.
"Zhiyi, is that you?"
Lin Zhiyi snapped back to her senses, pushing Gong Chen further into the room and pulling down the divider.
The divider consisted of two layers of sheer curtains with different patterns, overlapping in a way that let light through without revealing anyone inside. Coupled with the dim lighting, it was nearly impossible to see Gong Chen, who stood in the shadows.
After that, Lin Zhiyi opened the door.
Du Qian stood outside, smiling at her. "I heard you were back, so I came to check on you and Xingxing."
As he spoke, he moved to step inside.
Lin Zhiyi raised her hand to block him. "Doctor Du, this is my bedroom, and Xingxing isn’t here."
Du Qian paused awkwardly and apologized, "Sorry, I was being presumptuous. I was just worried about Xingxing. Why isn’t she with you? Do you need someone to pick her up?"
"No need. There have been too many reporters around here lately. I was worried she’d get scared, so I took her to stay somewhere else. I just came back to grab something," Lin Zhiyi explained.
"I see."
"Doctor Du, how did you know I was back? Who told you?"
Lin Zhiyi had wanted to ask earlier but was interrupted when Du Qian tried to come in.
"Shh! I haven’t even reprimanded you yet. Why didn’t you stop Doctor Du just now? It’s late, and all the guests staying these past two nights are women," Lin Zhiyi whispered in admonishment. freewebnσvel.cѳm
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