In youth's fervor, I was wounded by love; a perilous beauty that concealed the scars all over my body.

  This is a beauty that is different from Su Hee-jin's unconventional and clear beauty, a bewitching and seductive beauty that exudes a dangerous aura like Satan.

  Slightly narrowing her eyes, everything was uncertain and perilous, except for him, she wouldn't get close to anyone or anything by half a step.

  "What exactly do you want to say?"

  I narrowed my eyes, not wanting to get entangled with the flamboyant young man in front of me.

  "Is it unrequited love again?"

  The corners of his mouth curled up in a seemingly smiling yet not quite smiling arc, and his deep, enchanting eyes sparkled with amusement.

  "What are you talking about."

  I vigilantly pulled a tight face and somewhat nervously lowered my head to answer in a soft voice.

  "Is that right? You have a one-sided love for him, don't you?"

  With a triumphant glint in his eyes, he suddenly leaned in close, forcing me to meet the gaze of those deep, piercing orbs.

  "You, you're really weird. Back off a bit." I pushed him away, who was standing too close to me, and paused for a moment, feeling overly tense.

  "First..." He stretched out his slender white fingers, slightly tilting his head with a hint of a smile, and gazed at me.

  "Soohee likes absolutely not someone like you who is so wishy-washy and doesn't fit in with his crowd."

  "Secondly: The awkwardness and apology that just appeared will absolutely not be the emotions revealed between lovers."

  "Thirdly: Your faces are so tense it's like you're going to die, your acting skills are really too bad."

  His charming peach blossom eyes exuded a dangerous aura, and the him in front of me was absolutely not as simple and innocent as his tone suggested.

  The overly oppressive atmosphere made me involuntarily clench my fists and take a deep breath without leaving any marks.

  The relaxed tone suddenly tightened the never-relaxed nerves, I narrowed my eyes and couldn't help but look at him with a different gaze.

  "Uh... I have a crush on him, but he doesn't know..."

  He faintly sighed and found out too carefully that I didn't have any capital left to continue arguing.

  "Let's be friends, I'm Mo Xi Ye."

  He tilted his head, still with a playful and irreverent look, stretching out a slender white hand that hovered in front of me.

  I remained vigilant and looked at him, having no interest in making friends.

  "Don't worry, I won't tell him."

  The feeling of being seen through one's efforts to conceal emotions is not pleasant, and will only make the thought of getting further away from this enchanting person stronger.

  I hesitated for a moment before reaching out and taking her beautiful hand.

  "Hey, we're supposed to be friends now, can't you show some sincerity?"

  He looked at me with discontent, his childlike tone of voice did not match his overly delicate and charming facial features, as well as the aura of danger that came with him from birth.

  "Hmm? What kind of sincerity are you referring to?"

  His flaxen hair curled around his index finger, and the silver-gray earring on his left ear shone with dazzling light.

  "At least report your name, right? Don't you understand courtesy calls for reciprocity? You've heard this young master's honorable name and don't even show any reaction?"

  "Do I have a choice whether or not to be friends with you? It's you who wants to be friends with me, not the other way around."

  The innocence and matter-of-factness in his tone instantly darkened his face.

  "Sū Mò Liáng, you, you're cruel."

  "Doesn't he know my name? This pickup line is so outdated, bro."

  The handsome face in front of him was somewhat gloomy with anger, and the last sentence's light and cloud-like sarcasm forced him to be on the verge of a violent outburst.

  "Hey, your girlfriend is getting impatient. Haven't you seen her blinking those sparkling eyes in a particularly rhythmic way?"

  I slightly tilted my head, with a faintly wicked smile playing on my lips, and said lightly.

  "Hehe, worry about your 'boyfriend' first, getting drunk like a fool and don't know who to blame."

  His smile was too beautiful, his smiling eyes slightly curved, and the three words he read again shone with a sarcastic tone.

  A sharp glance and a bewitching smile would make one wonder if the boy who was on the verge of exploding in anger just a second ago was the same person.

  The eyes are flashing with complex emotions, and the smile that is hard to grasp hides some unsolvable secrets.

  The young are not as simple as ordinary people. Perhaps the recklessness of youth is hurt by emotions, and a solid disguise is used to cover up the wounds all over the body.

  "The City in the Backlight of Late Summer"

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