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In the quiet room, a young man meekly lay across a girl's lap. His sharp look had softened, all trace of hostility gone.

Su Junxin looked down at him, suddenly speechless.

She could not figure out the reason behind Qin You's emotional shift so suddenly, yet an unconscious surge of pity in her chest made the decision for her.

She tentatively raised her hand, letting her slender fingers rest on top of his head, gently stroking his soft hair in a comforting gesture.

Qin You paused, opened his eyes, slowly lifted his head to meet her gaze.

The sunlight streaming in from the window fell right into his eyes.

His black pupils were so clear that they seemed almost transparent. Each detail in them, inside and out, was clearly visible; they were filled with warmth.

He smiled, pulled her hand to his lips, and reverently kissed it.

"This place will always belong to me, right?" he asked softly.

She thought for a moment, then shook her head.