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Ch35

The stilted building was simple, unadorned, and nature-themed. In order to keep its decor uniform, the booths were only separated by bamboo curtains. Although they separated the two spaces, they only blocked one's view. They didn't block voices.

Song Xuanhe's expression stiffened. What had he said just now?

Story translated by Chrysanthemum Garden.

He had spoken without much thought for the sake of giving Qian Ping a half-hearted answer. He couldn't remember his own exact words. But, what he did remember very clearly was his biggest lie—"I like him too much."

When Xiao Yuanmu and Wei Chen appeared in front of them, there was no expression on Song Xuanhe's face.

Qian Ping was able to tell that Wei Chen was one of the two people in front of him at once. Although he hadn't come back for a long time, they had played together in the compound when they had been young. Therefore, he recognized the other at once. He gave the other a frank smile and stood up. "I didn't expect this, ah. I was just talking about you with Song Er, and you just happened to be here!"

Wei Chen also recognized Qian Ping. He smiled. "I heard that Uncle Qian will be transferring back soon. Congratulations."

"Sit, sit, sit, let's sit together." Qian Ping's smile grew bigger. He pulled Wei Chen over to his side.

Song Xuanhe had already gotten over his embarrassment at having been caught red-handed. He acted nonchalantly, telling Xiao Yuanmu, "Sit."

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Only after Xiao Yuanmu sat down did Qian Ping notice him. He looked at Song Xuanhe inquisitively before saying hesitantly, "Is this Xiao Yuanmu?"

"Yes." Song Xuanhe pretended not to feel Xiao Yuanmu's eyes on him and calmly introduced them. "Here's the person you've wanted to see all this time."

Qian Ping's gaze shifted over to Xiao Yuanmu's face again, sizing the other up. He then concluded, "He's really good-looking."

Song Xuanhe's hand that was holding a crab claw paused in the air. He looked up to see Qian Ping look away, seemingly uninterested. The other was instead excitedly talking about the medical robots project with Wei Chen. ASPW8E

Song Xuanhe didn't know why, but he kind of wanted to laugh, seeing Qian Ping so uninterested. He then reflected on himself.

Xiao Yuanmu was really, really good-looking. He was so good-looking that he didn't even seem real. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that he was so good-looking that it shook one to one's core. However, as a designer, he had been so astonished that he had forgotten that, no matter how perfect and attractive someone was, they would not be able to obtain acknowledgement from every single person in the world.

Everyone had their own tastes. Even between people of different races, cities, cultures, or customs, everyone had a different aesthetic sense.

This was the first lesson Song Xuanhe had been given in his first year of university. His teacher had told him that all beauty was worthy of being respected. However, beauty of all forms should be explored with established approaches. Beauty must be discovered from within. However, as a designer who had enjoyed a bit of fame, the moment Song Xuanhe had cast eyes on Xiao Yuanmu, he had forgotten what he had learned in his first lesson. o1dvIh

The book had said that Xiao Yuanmu was handsome and outstanding, that his appearance was flawless. And according to Song Xuanhe's aesthetic sense, Xiao Yuanmu was exactly that. Therefore, he had thought that everyone felt the same as he did.

That misconception was probably because this world felt surreal to him, and he had overly relied on the novel in his brain.

Was Xiao Yuanmu a perfect existence in other people's eyes?