Realizing that the girl had reached her limit for the day, Weisheng Yueren no longer provoked her. He gave her a meaningful glance before turning and walking away quietly.
Qinghe rolled her eyes at his retreating figure, finding him to be quite abnormal. She had merely offered him some food, and he had awkwardly muttered a thank you. Now, after she had done him such a big favor, he remained silent.
Weisheng Yueren walked on for a while, and sensing that the gaze from behind had disappeared, he turned back to look at her. His eyes were as black as obsidian, unfathomably soft, and his face, beautiful and bewitching, broke into a slight smile that was startlingly celestial. It captivated onlookers to the point where they couldn't look away, but Qinghe, unfortunately, did not witness this scene. Only passing pedestrians stared at him, their voices filled with awe.
