Ye Feng's heart trembled. He always felt that behind this girl, there seemed to be many, many stories. She never mentioned her matters to anyone, and no one asked her.
Mr. Xia's gambling, Brother Zhenyu's departure, the Young Master's torment — all these things constantly flashed before her eyes. They were things that made her sad and hard to let go. Her nose tingled, she wanted to reach out and grab onto something, but there was nothing she could grasp.
Her head was about to split, overwhelmed with emotions. Xia Qingqian felt as if a sharp knife was hugging her heart, stabbing and tangled in a mess.
Sparkling tears rolled down her cheeks, dropping onto her arms, her knees, the ground...
Through blurred vision, she saw a cold shadow reflected on the floor. Xia Qingqian raised her head in astonishment. Somehow, a tall figure stood beside her, blocking the chilly moonlight.
"Young Master?" Xia Qingqian asked in panic.
