Xiao Yining was still at home, so An Ziqi was naturally worried. Yet, with Tianxing also present, she couldn't simply leave her alone.
"Tianxing, are you going?"
At the sound of that name, Yuntian, who had been quietly drinking with his head down at the side, finally looked up, his face expressionless as he gazed at her.
Ever since Tianxing saw Yun Yi, her heart had been fluttering, and she had been avoiding his gaze. She didn't even notice Yuntian, who had been sitting quietly beside him.
Now that he suddenly looked up, a familiar face unexpectedly and vividly appeared before her.
It wasn't in a midnight dream, but just a few steps away from her.
Tianxing's face paled instantly. His nails dug into the palm of her tightly clenched hand. The brewing, sharp pain seemed to spread from her palm, through her arm, into her chest, making her heart ache.
She forced herself to speak, "No thanks, Ziqi, I have something else to do, I won't be joining, you guys have fun."
