She was dressed in moon-white, sitting alone in a corner with a dejected look on her face.
As if sensing his gaze, Zhao Yuman looked up abruptly. A flicker of panic crossed her eyes before she quickly pressed her lips together, trying to force a polite smile.
But before her smile could even form, Yang Jing's gaze had already drifted away indifferently, as if it were just a casual glance. He either hadn't recognized her or simply paid her no mind.
The smile on Zhao Yuman's face froze instantly. An indescribable sense of disappointment welled up within her, and her fingertips tightened on the hem of her dress. Even her breathing grew labored.
Yang Jing paid her reaction no mind. His gaze continued to sweep across the viewing stands, but his brow furrowed slightly. He didn't see Li Tieyun, the Gang Leader of the River Gang.
