As Yin Weiyin's pleading glance before parting floated across his mind, it was like a stone thrown into a deep pond, rippling in his heart in subtle circles.
Chen Yi gathered his gaze and brushed it away indifferently.
He withdrew his gaze, did not stop his steps, and walked along the flickering lamplit corridor toward his courtyard.
To him, Yin Weiyin's thoughts were like an open book, easy to guess. She merely hoped for his softening, for him to remember old feelings, to give her a way out, allowing her to nestle by his side again, using her usual gentle demeanor to lightly gloss over all the "misunderstandings" at the Immortal Palace earlier.
How many similar chances had he already given her?
