Even though he and Yao Guang had grown up together as childhood companions, he knew perfectly well who ranked first in Yao Guang's heart—that was Master.
Only, Yao Guang was not living well now.
But why did his own heart feel so stifled and suffocated? He wanted Yao Guang to leave that place, yet what right did he have, in what capacity could he possibly ask Master to take Yao Guang away?
Kui Xing's expression was as calm as ever, but anyone familiar with him would notice his hand—it was still clenched into a fist, not loosening in the slightest.
Seeing this, what could Ruyan still fail to understand?
"You like Yao Guang!"
That abrupt declaration from Master suddenly voiced his innermost feelings, like a pot of cold water poured over Kui Xing's head.
He raised his head to look at Ji Ruyan, and did not see any mockery in her eyes, only the sincerity of someone telling him the truth.
"Master is right, Kui Xing does like Yao Guang."
