"Trust."
Fang Qingyu's voice carried a hint of laughter, decisive and without a trace of hesitation.
"Why not trust."
Then he withdrew his hand, stood up, and his gaze fell upon the distant mountains beyond the courtyard, outlined vaguely by starlight, as if penetrating through space to see that cold and lifeless far northern land.
"Anyway, when we reach the Arctic..."
The corner of Fang Qingyu's mouth curled into a slight smile.
"We'll know the situation then."
After speaking, he no longer looked at Jiang Wei, nor tangled with that massive mystery.
He turned around and directly walked towards his room.
Squeak—
The door opened and then gently closed.
Leaving only Jiang Wei standing alone in the courtyard.
The small silhouette was drawn long under the dim yellow light.
She lifted her small face, looking at the tightly closed door, the pure confusion in her clear eyes slowly replaced by an...
Unbelievable astonishment.
She stood in place, staring blankly for a long time.
