as soon as he turned around, yu tingchuan saw song qincheng not far away.
his eyes were deep and calm, and he still had that serious and solemn image. he opened his mouth and asked, " "why aren't you eating inside?"
hearing his calm tone, song qincheng tried to make out something substantial, but there was no change in his expression.
it was as if that day's incident had never happened.
song qincheng stood up straight and took a few steps toward yu tingchuan, then looked at him and said faintly, " "it's a little stuffy, so i came out to get some fresh air."
in the winding corridor, there were only the two of them, quietly looking at each other.
under the dim light, subtle emotions flowed between the two pairs of eyes.
