Before dinner, Leng Yu Yan was resting in the Yanyue Residence.
Ye Yiheng sat beside her, his long fingers peeling a persimmon.
With one hand propped under her cheek, Leng Yu Yan quietly watched his hands at work, his fair and jade-like fingers contrasting sharply with the orange-red fruit, as if a painting, gradually calming her heart.
The incident at Jingning Village earlier, she joined the commotion merely to temporarily forget the depression of seeing past life enemies.
But now she understood, rather than avoiding it, it's better to face it head-on.
If she encountered the same problems in this life as in the past one, she certainly wouldn't take the same path.
But she was still uncertain if he, in front of her, would end up stabbing a dagger into her heart.
Other enemies, she didn't fear.
What she feared was if there were really issues between them, which was the most unacceptable.
Though from their current interaction, she felt he couldn't bear to kill her.
