Over the years, had she been doing well?
Such a simple question took Ling Chuxia by surprise. Unconsciously, her hand slipped away from Bai Yixuan's grasp, and she picked up the coffee in front of her, sipping it lightly.
The coffee wasn't sweetened much, with strands of bitterness, Ling Chuxia slowly swallowed it, curving the corners of her lips as she softly replied, "Yes, quite well."
Bai Yixuan watched the expression on Ling Chuxia's face—indifferent, calm, neither joyous nor sad—yet her thick eyelashes drooped, shading the emotions in her eyes as if to hide something.
After years in high society, Bai Yixuan had long developed a discerning eye and could tell that Ling Chuxia had something on her mind, though it was clear she didn't wish to discuss it.
