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Xiao Ni was stunned, unable to believe what she had just seen. Unable to hold back, she called out to Zheng Mengni, who had been lost in thought.
"What's wrong?"
As Zheng Mengni turned around, a boy behind her had already bent down to pick up the wallet that had accidentally fallen by her feet. He dusted it off casually and walked away with an air of nonchalance.
Dressed in understated black, he quietly disappeared into the bustling crowd.
Once he was out of sight, Shen Die grasped Zheng Mengni's arm, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Do you know how long you were staring at that handsome guy just now?"
Zheng Mengni looked confused. "Me?"
Shen Die continued, "Even if his face is incredibly attractive, you were way too obvious about it, babe."
Zheng Mengni remained puzzled. "Huh?"
Shen Die stroked her chin thoughtfully, a hint of regret in her voice. "But I can't believe you didn't ask for his number. Now that he's gone, where are you going to find him?"
Having prided herself on being well-acquainted with people, Shen Die sighed. "It's strange; I don't remember anyone in the city looking that impressive. It shouldn't be the case."
Zheng Mengni softly explained, "I was taking a photo and turned around without realizing someone was behind me. I didn't think to ask for his contact information."
"Really?" Shen Die asked skeptically.
Zheng Mengni nodded. "Really."
Suddenly, Shen Die froze. In that fleeting moment captured by the camera, she thought she saw the boy throw his wallet onto the ground himself. But how could he have acted so strangely? It seemed completely out of character for him. After pondering it again and again, Shen Die concluded that she must have misseen things.
Not wanting to dwell on it any longer, she pulled Zheng Mengni along. "Come on, let's keep taking pictures."
"Weren't we just about to take some good ones?"
"No way! When you turned around, you didn't focus properly; the photos came out blurry."
As she spoke, Shen Die handed over her phone.
In the photo, Zheng Mengni's profile was only partially visible amidst the blurred and colorful neon lights; all that remained was an unclear outline. Ironically, it was the boy behind her who became the main focus of the shot.
He appeared to be around eighteen or nineteen years old—tall and slender, with tousled black hair partially hidden beneath a cap. His fair complexion caught the shifting colors of light around him. With deep-set features and slightly upturned eyes, he had a strikingly romantic yet weary expression due to his relaxed gaze.
Zheng Mengni stood still as Shen Die snapped several more pictures of her obediently.
She felt a bit embarrassed as she said, "Actually, after such a long time, I've already lost those feelings for Xing Xian. How about I just give up? I don't really want to stir up trouble."
Shen Die looked at her meaningfully and replied, "Alright, but how could those feelings just disappear? They only shift, you know."
Ye Bingran sat by the railing outside the café, his gaze drifting down to the crowd below, resting on a graceful figure. His eyes sparkled with a hint of complex emotions.
When the waiter approached to take his order, Ye Bingran said, "Just get me the cheapest one."
When he woke up, he found himself back in his own body, still in the Novel World. He felt both relieved and puzzled. His skin was smooth and clean, devoid of the scars that had marked him from years of struggle.
This was his body, yet it was not the body he had originally possessed.
The reincarnation program had returned Ye Bingran to the age of eighteen. The official reason was that in the real world, his subordinates were unwilling to let him suffer any longer and chose to give up on his treatment; his body had already been sent to the crematorium.
The real reason was that his temperament had been too wild, and he needed a lesson.
The eighteen-year-old Ye Bingran was on an entirely different level compared to the twenty-six-year-old version; they were simply incomparable. The amount of blood shed during this period to achieve a status and power that others could hardly imagine was something only Ye Bingran himself truly understood.
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