The gathering went on.
People tacitly avoided discussing Zhao Rong's matter with Lingfei, as if nothing had happened.
Only occasionally did residence students or scholars exchange knowing glances, with their attentions briefly fixed on Zhao Rong and Lingfei, confirming some sort of change had occurred.
Lingfei, unfazed by these external changes, sat very close to Zhao Rong, her small hand held tenderly in his for a moment before she weakly "struggled" to pull it away.
She merely smiled lightly, her eyes curving like crescent moons, yet she avoided looking at Zhao Rong next to her, nervously fumbling with the teaset. Despite being adept at the tea ceremony, for some reason, she was making small mistakes, correcting them promptly, though her movements became increasingly chaotic.
Sitting beside her, Zhao Rong's gaze remained intensely fixed on Lingfei, never straying, observing all her clumsiness and slight panic, which made her ears turn red.
