And with that resolve, Fang Lin turned her gaze fully back to Yueyao, a silent vow etched deep within her heart: she would guard her friend, even if it meant walking a razor's edge for the rest of her life.
Yueyao hummed a soft, meandering tune, Yueqin tucked snugly in her arms, before rising to her feet with quiet curiosity. Her gaze drifted to the desk where Fang Lin and Jin Shuren still lingered, the muted tension between them palpable even to her distracted eyes.
"Lin Lin… Shuren," Yueyao called gently, stepping closer, "what were you two whispering about just now?" Her voice carried an innocent lilt, and Yueqin's tiny fingers clutched at her sleeve as if sensing the slight unease in the room.
Yueyao could see their worried faces and wondered what it could be!
