On an early summer afternoon, the cicadas buzzed noisily as sunlight, like crushed gold, poured down. It landed on the girl's black hair and white dress, forming a dazzling halo.
It was the kind of moment that should have inspired pleasant daydreams, but Yuan Shiyao felt nothing but irritation.
His gaze drifted to the man's large hand wrapped around Jiang Qingli's waist, and his brow furrowed unconsciously.
Baili Jing's gaze grew even colder.
After a moment, Yuan Shiyao retracted his gaze. His voice was remarkably calm. "You'll have to ask your female master."
He took a few slow steps forward, looking at Jiang Qingli with a placid expression. "The professor said you were looking for me."
Jiang Qingli started to speak, but then she remembered he still looked like Yuan Shimo and glanced back at Baili Jing.
"I'll wait for you over here." Baili Jing leaned down and gave her soft, fair cheek an affectionate pinch. "Go on."
