Chen Yi stopped in his tracks, his brows faintly furrowing. "What are you doing?"
Donggong Ruoshu tipped her face up, leaning in so close she almost bumped into Chen Yi's arms. Those clear eyes of hers carefully scrutinized his, as if trying to fish something different out from inside them.
Chen Yi felt a little creeped out by her staring.
"I'm confirming," she said with great seriousness, "confirming whether there's even the tiniest bit of… mm, the tiniest bit of affection in your eyes. The pool reacted so strongly just now—maybe the wish is taking effect with a delay?"
Looking at her face so close at hand, Chen Yi didn't even blink. "There isn't."
The faint flicker of hopeful luck that had just surfaced on Donggong Ruoshu's face completely collapsed. Her shoulders drooped as well, and she muttered under her breath, "...Oh."
