"What a pity," Li Zhibai murmured.
"Pity? Pity about what?"
Yun Qian's sudden voice made Li Zhibai's fingers tremble slightly. She turned her head and met Yun Qian's calm gaze, only then realizing... there was another girl in the room.
How could she get so lost in thought looking at a poetry collection?
She was here for Yun Qian today.
Is Xu Chang'an more important than Yun Qian?
It seems... that's indeed the case?
The momentary confusion left Li Zhibai with a fleeting sense of self-doubt.
But what baffled Li Zhibai even more was Yun Qian's gaze... it had softened significantly.
Unlike the calm look before she entered the room, Yun Qian now looked at her with a certain water-like gentleness, as deep and mysterious as a serene pool, quite captivating.
Why did the younger sister suddenly have a good impression of her?
For what reason?
Because she was lost in thought while looking at Xu Chang'an's poetry collection?
Li Zhibai was bewildered.
