Yao Qing didn't speak, silently gazing at her, and she did not move either.
Tang Yi kept her head lowered and did not make eye contact with Yao Qing.
She was a bit shorter than Yao Qing, and perhaps because of her illness, her entire demeanor seemed especially fragile.
Yao Qing looked away, showing no inner turmoil, and then she turned and walked out of the Tea House.
The moment she reached her car, Yu Yanshen seemed to sense something and glanced in her direction, the icy depths of his eyes thawing halfway in an instant before shifting to the woman following behind her, his gaze narrowing imperceptibly.
"Qingqing."
"Mhm, let's go home."
Home.
Tang Yi's downcast eyes trembled slightly as the woman in front of her got into the passenger seat, while she remained standing in place.
Yu Yanshen's gaze casually swept past her, which to her felt extremely indifferent, as if he were looking at an unfamiliar passerby.
Even though once...
"Do you need something?"
