Ye Wuchen slightly narrowed his purple eyes and scrutinized the youth before him when, suddenly, he burst into laughter. That captivating and alluring smile accentuated the liveliness of the patterns on his face, making him so handsome that disciples passing by the Academy couldn't help but steal glances.
"Then I'll thank you on her behalf."
Zi Qianjing didn't say much else. He raised his hand in front of Ye Wuchen, his gaze intense: "Take care."
The hand before him was so pale it was nearly transparent; even the veins on the back of the hand were visible. Ye Wuchen was silent for a moment, but eventually, he took his hand.
The moment their hands touched, an odd sensation flowed into Ye Wuchen's heart, a feeling as if it were familiar...
But Zi Qianjing didn't give him the chance to ponder, as he withdrew his hand and passed by Ye Wuchen's side, disappearing into the afterglow of the setting sun without looking back...
"Has he left?"
