Shang Ruyi looked up at him again.
In the night, her eyes were like the surface of a lake under the moonlight, originally able to remain calm and undisturbed. Yet at this moment, a stone was thrown in, not only breaking the calm she believed herself to possess but causing ripples that were flickering and swaying, utterly disordered.
Looking at her gaze, Yu Wenye's eyes deepened.
The two of them faced each other in silence, yet amidst the quiet, there seemed to be a kind of indescribable ambiguous sentiment that made one almost irresistibly submerged, when a night breeze suddenly passed through.
The slight chill brought Shang Ruyi back to clarity in an instant.
What... was she thinking?
Just by thinking this, she immediately became clearer. When she looked up at Yu Wenye again, the flicker and agitation in her eyes had disappeared, though they were forcibly suppressed. But as Yu Wenye stared into those suddenly cold eyes, for a moment, even his breath stopped.
