Enson would always reply to her WeChat ssages imdiately, but now he hadn’t replied. If it was You Yi who told the teacher about her fear of heights, then who could have inford the teacher about the absence of the stand-in?
Could it be one of these crew mbers present?
No, that’s impossible... Li Qingshen always disliked being disturbed. His phone, his address, his whereabouts were all kept confidential. Following him to the villa to study, unless it was a very close person, rarely did any other calls co through. So how could these crew mbers possibly contact Li Qingshen directly? Even if they were to contact soone... it would only be You Yi, right?
So the only possibility was Enson, but Enson hadn’t replied to her WeChat ssages. It was very likely that Enson hadn’t seen the ssage at all...
Then, how did Li Qingshen know?
A massive surge of doubts and confusion welled up in Ling Momo’s chest, and she couldn’t help but turn her head to look at Li Qingshen once again.
The man still wore a leisurely and calm deanor, his eyes resting on her, his gaze soft and gentle, but Ling Momo could clearly see her own reflection in the depths of his eyes.
Perhaps it was because his eyes were so deep and beautiful, Ling Momo felt that her reflection in his pupils was incredibly pure and pristine.
Her heart fluttered inexplicably, and then she subtly shifted her gaze away, lightly bit her lower lip, hesitated for a mont, but still spoke up, asking, "Teacher... how did you know the stand-in didn’t show up?"
Li Qingshen obviously hadn’t expected Ling Momo to suddenly ask this question, and his expression paused for a mont.
At that ti, when he received that WeChat ssage, he felt an urgency in his heart and hurriedly grabbed the car keys and left the villa.
Fearing he wouldn’t make it on ti, he completely forgot to reply to her ssage.
Now, by asking this question, was she suspecting sothing?
Li Qingshen stood there with his hands in his pockets, staring at the shimring swimming pool in front of him as if deep in thought.
Ling Momo had been watching Li Qingshen all this ti, and at that mont, the sunlight stread in from the outside, casting a golden halo around him, creating a painting-like scene of utmost beauty.
Ling Momo couldn’t help but think of the countless tis she had co to the villa, and when pushing open the door to the third floor music room, she was greeted by a similar vista.
She had seen it many tis, yet she never grew tired of it.
Moreover, every ti she looked, she felt a sense of déjà vu, as if sowhere in her mory, she had seen a very similar scene.
Ling Momo found herself staring blankly at Li Qingshen’s silhouette, lost in thought. As she continued to gaze, it seed as if the scene before her changed—a dark room, a man standing with his back to her, and a splendid nightscape of a thousand lights in front...
Enson?
That was the only ti she had ever seen Enson himself... just his silhouette. Even then, the lights in the room were dim, and she had been so nervous. Though she had stared blankly for a long ti, in truth, she had seen only a fleeting glimpse... a breathtaking mont that shook the city to its core.
In the depths of her heart, an impression had indeed been left behind.
Ling Momo blinked, and the scene reverted back to that of Li Qingshen. Light and shadow flowed over him, transforming into a brilliant radiance that made the whole world seem dull in comparison, completely and utterly the sa feeling she got from that silhouette of Enson from before!
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