Wuying's gaze flicked between Xiao Wen and Xuefeng, a silent question hanging on her lips. She fully expected Xuefeng to refuse Xiao Wen's offer, maybe brush it off with something like, I'll travel with Wuying—let's talk later. But instead, he walked over to Wuying with surprising gravity in his eyes.
He placed a gentle hand on her cheek, his voice low and sincere. "I really do need to speak with her… about something important. It's not what you're thinking, I promise. One day, I'll explain everything."
Wuying hesitated. She'd never seen him this serious before—there was a certain weight in his words that made her chest tighten. Still, she couldn't bring herself to pry. "All right," she murmured, swallowing her disappointment. "I understand." Whatever was on his mind must have been urgent if he wouldn't share it yet.
