The cold moonlight filtered through the window lattice, only illuminating Ning Jing's perfect jawline.
He seemed like a merciless specter, descending from the heavens, encircled by an eerie and terrifying aura.
"Xiaoqin, is it really you?" Ning Yao suddenly raised his voice after a brief moment of panic, his feigned surprise so false that it shattered.
Ning Jing retorted, "Aren't you happy to see me?"
Ning Yao shook his head repeatedly. His hands, hidden behind his back, clenched the dagger hidden in his sleeve, but his face showed a forced smile. "I'm just so shocked. I thought you didn't want to come back, and I never expected you to suddenly return!"
"Why would I not want to return?" Ning Jing pressed.
Ning Yao sighed deeply. "We have deep misunderstandings between us. I've always wanted to explain them to you, but haven't had the opportunity."
"Explain." Ning Jing's voice was devoid of any emotion.
