After finishing the last bite of the pastry, Si Fuqing wiped her hands. "Brother Nine, about what happened yesterday—"
"You have your reasons for keeping it secret, so I won't ask. Everyone has their own." Yu Xiheng smiled faintly. "The important thing is that you're safe, isn't it?"
"Yes." Si Fuqing paused and said softly, "Once things are clearer, I promise I'll tell you."
Even she, Yuejian, and YUAN Mingchi were unaware of how much malice lay hidden within Cloud Summit.
She couldn't let Yu Xiheng become a target as well.
"I understand." Yu Xiheng looked at her, his voice lowering. "I'm glad."
His light amber eyes darkened slightly, as if ink had spilled and spread, deep and profound.
They were very beautiful eyes, calm and powerful.
Without thinking, Si Fuqing raised her hand, and by the time she realized it, her hand was already covering his eyes.
