"Your husband?"
Ye Tian enunciated each word slowly, the phrase trickling from his lips. His pale eyes shimmered with a profound light, like the depths of an ancient well or the endless expanse of the sea.
Mysterious and strange.
The fingers on the handle of my umbrella were distinct, his grip firm as he held on to the umbrella shaft. Slowly lifting his gaze, which had been lowered, he looked straight ahead, past Xu Niannian's head, towards the front.
"You have a husband..."
He spoke methodically, yet his tone was utterly hollow, devoid of surprise, sorrow, dissatisfaction, or disappointment, like a dead pool, serene and still.
Xu Niannian didn't know if her guess was right or wrong, but if there was even the slightest possibility, she wouldn't give Ye Tian a chance.
It was precisely because he was the Uncle Ye who had helped her in a past life that she was even less willing to give him any hope.
