"So, you do have your own white moonlight?" Qi Jianyi remarked, her voice tinged with amusement as her gaze settled on He Zeqing's face, where a hint of nostalgia flickered. It was more of a statement than a question. She didn't expect an answer but wanted to see how he'd react.
He held her gaze for a moment, a shadow passing over his features, as if her words had touched something long buried. "I don't," he finally replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Then why do you look so... longing?" She tilted her head, her curiosity genuine.
"I was just thinking, that's all. You're speculating things," He Zeqing brushed off her observation, shifting his tone to something cooler, as though determined to sweep the topic away as quickly as it had surfaced.
