Yao Qing watched Yu Yanshen with a cold gaze, her face showing little expression.
It was precisely for this reason that any inappropriate thoughts Yanshen harbored were halted right there.
As their eyes met, he seemed to catch a glimpse of something and lowered his gaze, coughing softly.
"You understand what you need to, there's no need for me to explain again. These things weren't planned far in advance. It was just one day, one second, when I saw the scar from the gunshot wound on my shoulder, I suddenly realized—some things can't be avoided, and some processes must be endured."
"If I hadn't guessed, if Su Jue hadn't hinted to me, were you planning to keep it a secret forever? Let me think it was just an accident?"
Yu Yanshen looked at her with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, and she saw a deeply affectionate meaning within it.
This affection was so intense that Yao Qing subconsciously dodged it, but she quickly regained her composure.
