"Her existence is very special. I really can't tell you right now." Ou Jue's deep eyes seemed to carry countless stars as he gazed at Xiyan, unwavering and candid.
"I can sense it. She is indeed special." Xiyan nodded, the curve of her lips tinged with bitterness. "Special enough that, for the first time, you hung up on my call because of her. Special enough that, for the first time, you left me in the middle of a date because of her."
Ou Jue's thin lips pressed into a well-defined line.
That "her" was, indeed, special.
A kind of special unrelated to love.
But this matter—he wasn't ready to explain it to this little fool just yet.
To be exact,
Ou Jue was afraid…
Afraid that this little fool would find out the truth.
Ou Jue's long fingers sank into his dark hair as a mocking smile tugged at his lips.
He had never imagined that he could care for someone so much—so much that he feared they might leave.
