"Leng Yan," Zhiyan slightly lifted her head, giving a faint nod, her gaze once again focused on the tea in her hands. It wasn't that she deliberately maintained a cold demeanor—rather, the man sitting across from her had been off-putting from the start. She remembered the last time she came to the Elixir Association; he had merely sent a staff member to meet her, while he sat on the side and watched as if it were a show.
If his interest lay in coldly watching others in their discomfort, then he had successfully aroused her disapproval.
Watching the young man across from her lower his head once more, his clear and bright pupils intently focused on the tea in the cup, so tender and earnest. An indescribable aura surrounded him; though he was among the crowd, he seemed to stand alone, giving off a sense of being both within reach and yet far away.
Young Master Qing Yue's good-looking eyebrows drew together for the second time today!
