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After coming down from the snowy slope, Imogen received a Facebook message from Yann. As

expected, his friend had declined.

Imogen replied. [Too bad. Maybe next time.]

Yann responded with an emoji.

Troy’s face fell when he noted Imogen’s message.

The restaurant where Imogen and her friends were having dinner had a large floor–to–ceiling window

that provided a view of the scenery outside.

Due to the absence of a clear sense of time, the meal times of tourists were irregular, and at that

moment, the restaurant wasn’t too crowded.

Halfway through their meal, someone exclaimed, “Look! Is that the northern lights?”

In the deep blue sky, a faint green hue flashed, barely noticeable without careful observation.

Nevertheless, it caught the attention of many tourists.

Before long, the northern lights suddenly burst forth in a brilliant display, vast expanses of green

accompanied by hints of white and magenta painted the immense sky.

Some tourists who had been resting in their hotel rooms rushed outside.

Imogen and her friends abandoned their meals and went out to capture the northern lights. As Imogen

was searching for the right angle, she suddenly sensed a piercing gaze fixed on her, making her feel as

if she were on pins and needles, much like the night before the last.

Subconsciously, she looked around, trying to identify who was staring at her.

However, the surrounding tourists were all busy capturing the northern lights, and no one seemed to be

looking at her.

Imogen’s gaze shifted toward the second floor of the cabin hotel.

At that moment, the piercing gaze vanished.

After a moment of contemplation, Imogen turned back and continued photographing the northern lights.

Suddenly, she felt that gaze fixed on her again.

Pretending not to notice, she continued taking photos, but that gaze seemed to cling to her, monitoring

her every move.

Imogen was certain that the gaze wasn’t just a casual glance from a tourist. It was directed specifically

at her.

She swiftly turned her head and surveyed the hotel’s second floor.

Several rooms had their lights on, many of which had their windows open and their occupants

capturing the northern lights from within.

Perhaps some had even rushed outside to capture the spectacle and left their lights on.

But there were also rooms shrouded in darkness, their curtains drawn.

Imogen wasn’t sure which room the gaze came from.

Lifting her phone, she aimed it in the direction of the. Although she looked as if she were

capturing the hotel against the backdrop of the northern lights, she gradually zoomed in on the

windows, one by one, carefully examining the rooms.

Suddenly, she captured a room where the curtains were swaying slightly as if they had just been

lowered as she turned around.

The room had no lights on. Its window was shut, and the curtains were drawn.

Still, she was certain that there was someone inside!

Imogen noted down the sequence of rooms and counted based on the hotel’s room numbering system.

That room’s number should be 0207.

Seeing that Charlie and Alex were engrossed in photographing the northern lights, Imogen excused

herself, claiming she was tired, and returned to the hotel.

Out of respect for personal privacy, it wouldn’t work if she were to directly inquire the front desk about

the occupant of the room.

After some consideration, she quickly walked to the restaurant and spoke to the staff at the

counter in their local language, “Excuse me, my friend has a stomachache. Could you bring some

water over? The room number is 0207.”

After that, she anxiously looked toward the window, still muttering to herself in local language, “Of all

times, it had to happen now. The northern lights are dissipating…”

She then added, “Please hurry. I’ll go outside to take photos!”

Without waiting for the staff’s response, Imogen pretended to be in a rush and left the restaurant. In a

corner outside the restaurant where she wouldn’t be seen, she leaned against the wall and peered out,

watching the staff’s actions.

The staff didn’t seem to suspect her. The staff prepared some water and a few tablets that could relieve

stomachache. Carrying the tray, the staff left the counter and went upstairs.

Imogen stealthily followed, stopping at the stairwell. She peeked out and observed the hallway. The

staff knocked on the door of room 0207. A young man emerged from within and, upon seeing the staff,

asked with local language, “What’s the matter?”

The staff assumed that Imogen’s friend was a delicate girl and was taken aback upon seeing the young

man. Nonetheless, the staff repeated Imogen’s words to him.

The

young man appeared puzzled for a moment but quickly pieced together the situation. He hadn’t

expected Imogen to be so vigilant!

With a smile, he accepted the tray from the staff appreciatively before closing the door.

Imogen pulled her head back and stayed against the wall.

She recognized the young man. It was none other than Yann!

She had felt that Yann was acting strangely!

And it turned out she was right!

“He must have been the one watching me that night! He couldn’t have just known about me from the

news,” she thought.

Suddenly, she received a Facebook message on her phone.

Yann had messaged her. [Do I have a stomachache?]

Imogen’s heart skipped a beat when she saw his straightforward question. She hesitated for a moment

before replying. [I saw you staying in your room and not coming out. I was worried that

you might not be feeling well. How did you know it was me?]

[I was watching you just now. How did you know I was staying in this room?] Imogen hadn’t expected

Yann to admit it so directly. [I saw you entering the room this morning.] Seeing the message, Yann

smiled briefly, glanced at Troy, but didn’t deny anything. [In that case, should thank you for your

concern. I am indeed not feeling well. I went to sleep early and heard the commotion outside, so I

opened the curtains to take a look.]

Although he was staying in room 0208, he had indeed been to room 0207 that morning.

While typing, Yann also said to Troy, “She’s quite vigilant.”

Troy took the phone from Yann’s hand and saw Imogen extending another invitation. [Rest well. Are

you really not joining us for the trip?]

Imogen wanted to see what Yann’s intentions were.

Troy’s face fell as he replied. [No, my friend doesn’t like traveling with strangers.]

It’s a pity you came here with a friend this time, so you can’t leave your friend behind. We can plan to

travel together another time.]

Troy’s expression grew even darker as he quickly typed a few words into the chat. [I have a girlfriend

now.]

I

As his fingers hovered over the send button, he hesitated, then deleted the words and typed out a new

message. [I also prefer not to travel with girls.]

He pressed send.

Yann watched his actions without stopping him and chuckled. “Could it be that she actually likes me?”

Upon hearing that, Troy was sulking so hard that his features were all scrunched up. He replied in a

low voice, “You’re leaving tomorrow, and I’ll be staying here alone.”

Yann raised an eyebrow. “So, you don’t need me to accompany you anymore? In that case, travel with

them. You don’t have to pay, and you can’t interfere with my plans.”

By that point, Troy was already boiling with anger.

Meanwhile, Imogen felt something was off after reading that message.

When she initially invited Yann, he had clearly shown some interest.

I’ll go

Moreover, the last two messages didn’t sound like Yann’s usual style of speech. He wasn’t usually so

serious and formal in his conversations.

Thus, she deliberately tested Yann. [Is it that you don’t like traveling with girls or that you don’t want to

travel with me specifically? Do you not want to be friends with me because I’m a divorced woman?]

Troy’s anger flared after he read that message, and rage burned within him as he finally snapped. He

furrowed his brows while staring intently at his phone, feeling a mixture of anger, annoyance, and

discomfort.

“What does she mean by that? Could she really be interested in Yann? Doesn’t she like Liam? Did she

move on so quickly? Then why couldn’t she like me?” His mind was racing.

Yann, on the other hand, found the situation amusing and decided to add fuel to the fire. “Oh, I can see

that Imogen is really falling for me, but I won’t lay a finger on your dearest woman. So, when will you let

her go? If you do, I’ll immediately go after her! To be honest, I quite like her

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too…”

“Dream on!” Troy spat and gritted his teeth.

He typed rapidly on the phone. [Since you’ve guessed correctly, I won’t hide it anymore. I just don’t

Please stay away from me!]

like you.

Imogen grew even more puzzled and replied without thinking. [Are you Yann’s friend?]