Song Lianhe stared at him, her mind filled with the memory of how they had parted on bad terms just last night. To see him now, so gentle and warm, felt surreal, as if a lifetime had passed.
Zhou Cangyan held her hand, his gaze settling on her, his eyes as gentle as water.
Although his eyes were disguised as an ordinary deep brown, the innate coldness within them couldn't be hidden. As he glanced over, seemingly by chance, Song Lianhe felt rooted to the spot, as if he were slowly drawing her soul into his gaze.
"What happened?" he asked softly, raising his eyes to look into the main hall.
The moment their gazes met, Zhou Junlin seemed to raise an eyebrow in suspicion.
At that moment, Song Lianhe snapped back to her senses. 'I absolutely cannot let Zhou Junlin figure out Zhou Cangyan's identity. He's leading an army to suppress a rebellion under imperial orders! If he deserts his post, it's considered fleeing in the face of the enemy—a serious crime!'
