Shanshan finally didn't say what was on the tip of her tongue; she gently wrapped her arms around Charles's, quietly gazing at the reflected lamplight on Nini's window.
Hearing the laughter and joy inside, Shanshan's lively eyes narrowed, resting her head against Charles and hugging him tighter.
Feeling the tug on his arm, Charles suddenly asked, "Shanshan, are you hiding something from me?"
It was extremely difficult to hide anything from Charles now. He no longer relied on any organs to process information.
Some things—he could guess seven or eight tenths just from speculation.
The question struck a sharp chord in Shanshan's heart; as she hesitated about whether to speak, Charles opened his mouth again. "If you don't want to say, you don't have to. I'm just asking offhand."
After a brief pause, Shanshan decided not to tell him; it was her own decision.
