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Floral City, Maria Maternity Hospital.

The WeChat call chimed. Su Yun glanced at her phone and quickly stepped into a quiet corner to answer.

“Mom, I’m in the library right now. I have a test tomorrow. I’ll call you in a few days,” Su Yun spoke softly, her voice gentle and pleasant.

Her mother, Chen Li, believed her without question, telling her to focus on her work before hanging up.

Emma had gone into the operating room. Su Yun was about to return to her seat when a soft, mocking chuckle drifted from nearby.

She turned toward the sound and saw an East Asian man leaning against the wall, idly spinning his phone in one hand.

What a handsome man, was Su Yun’s first thought. His features were striking—bright eyes, well-defined brows, a few loose strands of hair falling across his forehead.

The faint note of derision had come from him. Among the sea of blond-haired, blue-eyed faces, he alone had black hair and dark eyes.

He didn’t look away when Su Yun met his gaze. Instead, he met her eyes directly, as if to say, Yes, I was talking about you.

Realizing the misunderstanding, Su Yun had intended to ignore him, but he pressed on, relentless. “Such a model student—everywhere becomes a library for you, doesn’t it?” His Mandarin was flawless.

Su Yun stopped, turned, and walked over to him. “Were you eavesdropping on my call?”

“This is a public space,” he replied, meeting her eyes unabashedly.

Su Yun laughed in exasperation. “Well, I’m here for an abortion—so what? What about you? What brings you to the obste