Han Jing walked over and sat down, involuntarily wondering, what does he mean?
"What do you want to ask? Go ahead." Su Yu's voice was as clear and cold as ever, always giving people a feeling of being kept at a distance.
Yet, for some reason, Han Jing felt that when he spoke to her, there was a special indulgence and tenderness, somewhat reminiscent of how Su Yaogeng treated her, yet not quite the same. Like now, within that clear tone of his, she could discern a faint softness.
It seemed to be a unique leniency towards her.
This left Han Jing very puzzled.
She and he, seemingly, hadn't really had much interaction, so why was he consistently showing her special treatment?
However, what Han Jing wanted to ask now was not about this, but about something she had been pondering all night.
She looked up at Su Yu sitting beside her, with only a small tea table between them, allowing her to clearly see his mist-like eyes, resembling a deep pool that could absorb one's soul.
