Yao Qing squinted her eyes at him, ripples of shallow light swirling in their depths, like the night outside the window strewn with stars.
"Will I be unhappy after hearing your secret?"
Yu Yanshen silently gazed at her, "That depends on you."
If she put herself in his shoes, perhaps things wouldn't be so bad.
But Yu Yanshen himself felt it improbable; the significance she placed on her father's matters far exceeded what he had imagined.
Yao Qing simply smiled carelessly, yet no matter how one looked at it, the smile seemed to be brimming with chilliness.
"Oh, then... is it about my father?"
Her originally hazy gaze that was fixed outside the window had at some point returned, lightly touching on Yu Yanshen's shoulder, yet heavy as if laden with a thousand jun.
Yu Yanshen stared at her, silent for a long time.
