After reading the poem almost to herself, Lin Ruoxi quietly closed the photo album. Though she appeared calm, her tightly pressed lips and still somewhat pale face betrayed her true feelings.
Yang Chen noticed this and felt a pang in his heart.
Lin Ruoxi might not be very adept at handling matters of the heart, but that didn't mean she was oblivious. On the contrary, because she had been in a high position for so long, she could grasp many subtle emotions and analyze numerous implications. Therefore, when she saw those photos and considered the verses, she understood far more than what was explicitly shown. However, some things, even when seen, are best left unexamined and unpondered, and she certainly didn't want to believe them.
Lin Ruoxi put the album back in the drawer and, after a moment of silence, turned to Yang Chen. Her eyes, like autumn waters, looked at him intently. "Do you... know something?"
