When Mr. Yin made this statement, no one else in the room said a word.
Bai Qiming's gaze fell once again on the entrance of the library, where he watched Bai Lian's retreating figure; she looked nothing like the person he remembered. Clad in a long dress, she was in deep conversation with someone who appeared to be the dean.
Under the library's outdoor lights, she exuded confidence and composure, warmth without lacking strength, and an indomitable spirit seemed to permeate her every word and gesture.
Before laying eyes on Bai Lian today, Bai Qiming had been comforting himself with the thought that Bai Shaoke was already exceptionally good.
As a member of the Bai Family, he should have been content.
Yet now that Bai Lian had appeared, he felt as though both Bai Shaoke and Bai Shaoqi were lacking something.
He shifted his gaze away and continued his conversation with Mr. Yin, but Mr. Yin could tell that Bai Qiming's mind was elsewhere.
