The room was once again silent. After hearing Lin Suqing's words, Xi Ye looked at his lightly clenched empty fist for a while before releasing his grip, picking at the tip of his index finger's nail. It seemed as if he wanted to continue speaking, yet he also seemed to be restraining himself from saying more.
At this moment, Xi Ye may not have looked particularly sad, but he appeared extremely melancholic, as if he felt a profound emptiness inside.
Ever since their first encounter, Lin Suqing had known of Xi Ye's cleverness and agility. Despite having been pampered and spoiled, he was exceptionally perceptive. It was as though he possessed a seven-sided Lin Long heart, intuitively understanding many matters he had never encountered, comprehended, or heard of, sometimes even without the need for prompting.
