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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

shrouded in

wasn’t sure which room the

aimed it in the direction of the. Although

the hotel against the backdrop of the northern lights, she gradually zoomed

carefully examining the rooms.

were swaying slightly as if

as she turned around.

had no lights on. Its window was

she was certain that there was

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

lights, Imogen excused herself, claiming she was

she were to directly

walked to the restaurant and

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

window, still muttering to herself in local language, “Of all

hurry. I’ll go outside to take

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

and a few tablets that could relieve stomachache. Carrying the tray, the staff

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

delicate girl and was taken aback upon seeing the young man.

The

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

accepted the tray from the staff appreciatively before

and stayed against the wall.

recognized the young man. It was

Yann was

turned out she

me that night! He couldn’t have just known about me from the news,” she thought.

she received a Facebook

her. [Do I have a

she saw his straightforward question. She hesitated for a moment before replying. [I saw you staying in your room and not coming out. I

How did you know it was me?]

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

was staying in room 0208, he had indeed

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

Imogen extending another invitation. [Rest well. Are you really

see what

face fell as he replied. [No, my friend doesn’t like traveling

so you can’t leave your friend behind. We can plan to travel together another time.]