Should he thank this kind-hearted girl for not shaming him in front of so many people, at least willing to return with him, her nominal husband.
The person in his arms still refused to speak. Pei Yuqing's eyes grew momentarily cold, then quickly returned to normal. He lowered his eyes and said, "Just assume that I'm narrow-minded and need to get to the bottom of things. Since you don't want to talk, can I ask instead?"
His voice was somewhat suppressed, and Xie Wanqing was unaware of the changes in his emotions. Upon hearing his question, the hand covering her lips stiffened, and she nodded lightly.
Although she responded, Pei Yuqing remained silent, seemingly unsure how to begin, and didn't speak for a long while.
His long fingers slid from her hair to her lips, gently rubbing them. His lowered gaze was clear and focused. They were very close, she almost curled up in his arms, yet the atmosphere wasn't intimate or ambiguous at all.
