The night was deep, the moon hanging high behind them.
The young man's gaze was lowered. His deep voice held a hint of vulnerability and confusion he had never shown to anyone before.
Jiang Qingli's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't know how to answer.
He had always been a strong, reassuring presence for her, like an impenetrable wall that sealed off all possible dangers.
From something as small as shielding her from the shards of a broken glass to something as big as protecting her when she was kidnapped...
It made her forget, sometimes, that he was actually only three years older than her.
In fact, Jiang Qingli could feel that Jiang Youchen, just like her, had been trying to mend the relationship between them lately. He had even just told a butler joke that was completely out of character for him.
But it was as if a pane of frosted glass stood between them. They seemed so close, yet they could never see each other clearly.
