The carriage was so quiet it was nearly eerie, and Wei Anning felt her heart pounding violently in anticipation of his reply. He must be jealous, surely he was, so why did the mere thought of it fill her with a giddy, bubbling sense of joy?
His dark eyes, black as ink, fixed on her for a long while. The girl's bright eyes and white teeth gleamed as she looked at him with hopeful anticipation, but this only made him feel more uncomfortable. He scoffed coldly, "Jealous? I hate sour things the most."
"..." Wei Anning couldn't hide her disappointment, her eyes falling morosely as she gave a self-deprecating smile. As she had suspected, she was overthinking it.
Leng Youchen watched her dejected little face, his lips parting slightly, but in the end, he said nothing. The more their hearts were stirred, the more cautious they became, as if walking on thin ice.
Because of their entangled past, it became an insurmountable gulf for them to be together.
