Chapter 62 Two little clay figurines

　　Stepping into Yang Qianyun's room, I immediately felt a sense of ease wash over me, dispelling the slight unease and heaviness I had carried along the way.　　Yang Qianyun tossed aside her book, leaped off the bed, and rushed over to me.　　She took my hand, just like a love-struck maiden holding her boyfriend's hand. Her eyes, filled with affection, gazed at me, and I didn't feel the slightest bit of discomfort.　　Her eyebrows were clearly unplucked, yet they shone brightly and delicately like green mountains. According to physiognomy, a girl with such eyebrows is bound to be gentle and lovely. Once she falls in love with someone, she'll believe every word they say, wholeheartedly treat them well, follow them to the ends of the earth, and dedicate everything to them.　　My heart couldn't help but stir. Actually, Ling wasn't my ideal partner in terms of criteria. It was just that at first sight of Ling, I fell hopelessly in love with her. So, I went to great lengths to