Having tossed aside the obstructive bouquet of roses, only half a person's distance remained between the two.
Under the warm, yellow chandelier, a figure stood steadfastly—a presence that could not be overlooked. Today, Jing Yu had completely shed his usual gentle and agreeable persona. Those dark eyes, when serious, inexplicably struck fear into people's hearts.
Especially after the sentence he had just uttered.
"Why?"
Tang Shu gazed at him for a long time before posing the question she most wanted an answer to.
Why did you pretend not to know, serenely enjoying the solo performance that was meant for me alone?
A certain emotion swiftly flashed through Jing Yu's dark eyes, seeming to brighten for a moment, like the stern stars in the western sky at dawn.
She took a step forward.
No longer retreating into the embarrassment she had caused herself, it was the greatest progress for him and an even greater opportunity.
