The air in the room became viscous.
It seemed as if it couldn't flow.
Huang Que lowered her head:
"I can't say."
...
Lin Xian let out a breath from his nose...
He remembered how on the Skyspace Aircraft, Chu Anqing had cried and held onto Huang Que;
He remembered the regretful and reluctant look in Chu Anqing's eyes as she jumped from twenty thousand meters up;
He remembered that lively girl, Chu Shanhe's pearl, the beloved little princess of East Sea City, just dispersing into dots of Blue Stardust before his eyes.
He couldn't accept it.
He really couldn't accept that the disappearance and departure of such a vibrant life could only be exchanged for a "can't say."
"Huang Que."
Lin Xian looked up, his gaze firm as he regarded the woman across from him, both familiar and strange:
