Xiao Yue observed A-Qiao from the side. The boy was staring at the girl with the intensity of a predator staring at prey. A chill ran down Xiao Yue's spine. Was A-Qiao going to do something to the girl? He who had been thrown into an unfortunate circumstance had to meet with someone who was so fortunate, so loved, so blessed. How could A-Qiao not feel the slightest bit of resentment? If he did, who could blame him for that? Xiao Yue feared that A-Qiao might act impulsively, so she tried to coax him.
"A-Qiao," she softly called from his side.
