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Chapter 179 Prohibited

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.

had even rushed outside to capture the spectacle and left their

shrouded in darkness, their curtains

which room the gaze

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

hotel against the backdrop of the northern lights, she gradually

one by one, carefully

captured a room where the curtains were swaying slightly as if they had just

she

on. Its window was shut, and the curtains were

that

on the hotel’s room numbering system. That room’s

northern lights, Imogen excused herself, claiming she

personal privacy, it wouldn’t work if she were to directly inquire

to the restaurant and spoke to the staff at the

language, “Excuse me, my friend has a stomachache. Could you bring some water over? The room number is 0207.”

anxiously looked toward the window, still muttering to herself in local language,

“Please hurry. I’ll

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

prepared some water and a few tablets that could relieve stomachache. Carrying the tray, the

at the stairwell. She peeked out and observed the hallway. The staff knocked on the door of room 0207. A young man

friend was a delicate girl and was taken aback upon seeing the young man. Nonetheless, the

The

man appeared puzzled for a moment but quickly pieced together the situation. He

accepted the tray from the staff appreciatively before

pulled her head back and stayed against the wall.

the young man. It was none

Yann was acting

it turned out she was

couldn’t have just known about me from the news,”

Facebook message on

had messaged her. [Do I

for a moment before replying. [I saw

How did you know

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

had indeed been to room 0207 that morning.

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

another invitation. [Rest well. Are you really not

wanted to see what Yann’s intentions

replied. [No, my friend doesn’t like traveling with strangers.]

can’t leave your friend behind. We can plan to travel