"Qingyu, this matter is her secret. Let's not probe into it anymore. Perhaps she just doesn't like the atmosphere of the family," Ye Shikai knew that families like the Ji Family were like walking on thin ice, a slight misstep could lead to a profound abyss; it was as if a single touch could contaminate you, enveloping even those as clean as a blank sheet of paper.
Chen Yuxin's face once again surfaced in Ye Shikai's mind—wasn't she a living example? How innocent she was eight years ago, blushing for a long time even after telling a slightly risqué joke. But now, she had become a familiar stranger to Ye Shikai.
"Hey, hey, what's going on with you?" Lost in thought, Ye Shikai recalled the times when they were in school. He was so distracted that he only came back to himself after Su Qingyu called his name three times.
