Bei Sangyun's eyes widened in disbelief.
Dinner with Fei Chuan?!
Her heart leapt at the thought. She wanted to say yes immediately, but the initial burst of excitement was quickly tempered by doubt.
She paused, taking a deep breath to calm herself. No, she couldn't... could she?
Fei Chuan's voice interrupted her thoughts, gentle but firm. "But if you're uncomfortable because of our past relationship, I completely understand. I won't pressure you. I just wanted to express my gratitude for what you did back then."
Bei Sangyun bit her lip, conflicted. Turning down his invitation might sever the fragile connection they had just begun to rebuild. If that happened, they would be back to where they started—strangers, separated by time and unresolved emotions.
Her gaze shifted to Maid Ye Zhai, silently pleading for guidance.
Maid Ye Zhai, ever the composed and resourceful companion, quickly wrote a message on her phone and held it up:
