Lin Qingqian didn't answer. Her clear eyes widened as she quietly sized up him for a moment and asked curiously, "Are you really Jiang Yanshen? Not Jiang Xiao Jiu? You've never said so much to me before."
In the past, Jiang Yanshen seemed to have no patience for anything and always looked impatient.
Jiang Yanshen's originally slightly curved lips froze, and the light in his eyes darkened.
The hint of joy and sweetness in the air disappeared.
Lin Qingqian realized something and restrained her smile. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."
She let go of his hand. When their fingertips separated, Jiang Yanshen held her small hand back. His warm palm wrapped around her small hand tightly.
Her lowered eyes swept up as she looked at him in surprise.
Jiang Yanshen pursed his thin lips and said in a low voice, "You… like him very much?"
