The King’s Enchanting
Chapter 128 - 128 132 Indirect Contact 8

128: Chapter 132 Indirect Contact (8) 128: Chapter 132 Indirect Contact (8) Even though he knew, perhaps deep down, that he might not truly like that girl.

It was just a fleeting glance, just a single melody, that he claimed to like, to love—such feelings were too superficial.

But at that age of eighteen, he was in the midst of his most intense struggle with his father.

Although Yu Zexiao was youthful and defiant, he almost bowed to his father’s pressure, to enroll in the university his father chose, to follow a path that had been set for him.

It was that girl, her pure and clear music, and her equally pure and clear gaze, that gave him hope.

This hope firmed his resolve to apply to the music department and, after graduating, to overcome countless difficulties to enter the entertainment industry.

Even though he knew the chances of meeting that girl again in his lifetime were slim.

And, even if they had the opportunity to meet again, she might not be the same captivating person he remembered from ten years ago.

Nonetheless, that girl had left a vivid mark in his heart.

Therefore, he felt quite regretful that Jian Anning didn’t play the piano, that she wasn’t the one.

As for why he imagined Jian Anning as that other person…

He himself couldn’t explain or make sense of it.

It felt as though he simply wished she were that girl, nothing more.

At this moment, in the night breeze, Jian Anning’s face blended into the indistinct night.

Her light bangs were lifted by the wind, like the young buds of early February’s spring, gently floating willow leaves by the riverside.

Those delicate willow branches swayed softly at the water’s edge, easily rippling the pond in one’s heart.

Perhaps it was the enchanting moonlight, or the light intoxication after drinking red wine, but Yu Zexiao squinted his eyes slightly, silently gazing at her.

On closer inspection, this woman wasn’t really that unattractive—Yu Zexiao’s original standard was such that any woman less beautiful than himself, even if exceptionally beautiful, would look unattractive.

Thus, facing a pure and beautiful girl like Jiang Xuanqi or a glamorous siren like Pei Anna, he considered them all ugly.

Jian Anning’s appearance wasn’t the kind of beauty that would catch your eye at first glance.

However, she belonged to the type that, the more you looked at her, the more comfortable you felt.

Her facial features were well-proportioned and not artificially refined like Jiang Xuanqi’s attempted gracefulness.

Instead, she had an innate propriety about her.

She dressed naturally, like a refreshing and pleasant girl-next-door.

Her lips were small and rosy without any lipstick, appearing fresh and natural like tender petals.

He still remembered the sweet taste in her mouth, like the faint fragrance of roses after rain.

Her nose was straight and refined, resembling a bamboo shoot just breaking through the soil around Qingming Festival, irresistibly tempting one to take a bite.

The most unique feature might have been her eyes.

Unlike the girl in the Golden Hall with clear and lively eyes, Jian Anning’s gaze was like a deep pool that one couldn’t see the bottom of.

A gentle breeze could only stir up ripples on the surface, while the depths remained unseen to him.

Such eyes were not at all typical of a twenty-six-year-old woman.

It was as if upon seeing her, several words sprang to mind—”This is a woman with a story.”

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