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After Ye Mian got into the car, she asked him softly, “How did you know my home address?”

Jiang Chen turned his head. “I came here to drop someone off, saw the car you took this morning, and then I saw you.”

Ye Mian nodded, not pressing further about whom he had come to drop off.

After all, Jiang City was also Jiang Chen’s hometown, and Hua Garden was vast; it wasn’t unusual for acquaintances or classmates of his to live here.

In other words, it was a coincidence.

The delightful serendipity of this encounter filled Ye Mian with quiet joy.

She smiled, brushed away a strand of hair that had drifted in front of her eyes, and pointed lightly with her finger. “May I play some music?”

Jiang Chen glanced at her gently, then, without betraying any emotions, withdrew his gaze. “Of course.”

In the enclosed space, the music that hadn’t finished earlier began playing again.

Ye Mian couldn’t help but tilt her head slowly, casting a covert glance at Jiang Chen from the corner of her eye.

He drove with focus, yet his posture was relaxed, one hand resting casually on the wheel instead of gripping it tightly. The streetlights and moonlight both lit up the contours of his face, making him look every bit the handsome, cultured scion of a prominent family.

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Oh, he’s so handsome!

Ye Mian raised her phone, hoping to secretly capture this scene and replace the fake photo on her phone.

But as soon as she angled her phone toward Jiang Chen, his gaze caught her.

…

Ye Mian calmly set her phone back on her lap, pretending nothing had happened.

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow, turned the wheel, and pulled the car into a parking spot by the roadside.

Then he turned toward her. “What do you want to photograph? I’ll help you.”

Ye Mian took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

What a question.

She didn’t quite know how to answer.

A few seconds later, she heard a faint chuckle from the man, not entirely clear, almost as if she’d imagined it.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw his well-defined hand take her phone, unlock it without hesitation, open the camera, and lift it up.

The screen captured both of their faces and half of their bodies.

Under the dome light, the picture was neither blurry nor sharp—carrying a dreamy, hazy quality.

Jiang Chen leaned closer, his voice low beside her ear, “Ye Mian, look up.”

His breath brushed her ear, making her shiver.

For some reason, Ye Mian obeyed, lifting her head just a little.

Moonlight slipped through the windshield, having parted the clouds.

“Click—click—click—”

Three shutter sounds in a row.

Jiang Chen placed her phone back in her hand, his gaze in the dimness unreadable.

“Send me the photos when you get home, alright?”

That gentle “alright?” made Ye Mian’s senses stir. Face flushed, she turned to gaze at the moon outside the window.

She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper, “Okay.”

The car resumed its course down the avenue.

Ye Mian felt she was being thoroughly charmed—driven mad—by this man before her.

While he focused on driving,

Ye Mian quickly unlocked her phone and opened the album. There was a photo of the two of them together.

It didn’t have the deep laughter of the previous, fake photo.

But this time, they truly shared the same air, so close as if they’d never been worlds apart.

Again, a surge of secret happiness welled up within her.

This was, in every sense, their first real photo together.

No need to hide behind him and snap a secret picture.

No need to worry he might mind.

No more sneaking around, feeling guilty like a thief.

And she could even share it with him.

Ye Mian sent the photo to Jiang Chen, and then, just to be safe, moved it to her notes.

She recorded the moment in words:

[That day, the two of us were beneath the same moonlight, so it felt as if the moon favored me, and so I was very happy.]

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(End of this chapter)