Just the fact that he was hiding his identity to get close to Shen Xian alone would mean Yu Yang probably couldn't lift his head in front of her ever again.
Yu Yang, abandoning concentration, leaned back into a corner of the elevator with his gaze fixed on the numbers overhead. As they changed, he seemed to grow more and more anxious.
Even though he was dressed neatly and properly, he still kept looking at the elevator mirror, fixing his hair, straightening his clothes.
Shen Xian watched, but only smiled without saying anything.
Out of the blue, their eyes met in the mirror, and Yu Yang awkwardly chuckled, "I definitely can't lose to Gu Chen."
"Lose what?"
Shen Xian's laugh showed her teeth but not her eyes, yet there was not a hint of mirth in her voice.
"Of course, it's about the appearance!" Yu Yang plucked at his own hair, avoiding eye contact.
"Yu Yang, since when have you been so unclear about your own self?"
