In Varden's social circle, the number of people who know him is as numerous as street lamps.
Walking on the street, you might run into acquaintances at any moment.
And once she's seen together with him, trouble will follow closely behind.
If it really happens, she doesn't want to become the topic of someone else's idle gossip.
Tristan pinched her cheek, his fingertips warm.
He laughed softly, his voice deep with a hint of dissatisfaction.
"Am I that untouchable?"
She immediately waved her hand, hurriedly explaining.
"It's not you who can't be seen... it's me who can't face people."
He raised an eyebrow, his eyes flickering slightly, his tone carrying a hint of inquiry.
"Did you commit a crime?"
She opened her mouth but was momentarily at a loss for words, a helpless expression appearing on her face.
What kind of nonsense is this?
What is he guessing about?
Clearly, it's just a simple question, yet he makes it sound like she's done something guilty.
