This kind of Young Master, she was encountering for the first time. Just imagine, an eternal Han Bing suddenly changes personality and speaks to you softly — wouldn't you be surprised and break out in a cold sweat?
However, Xia Qingqian was very, very unaccustomed to it — not accustomed at all. She still preferred the Young Master as the lofty, shining man he had been, not someone who idly chatted and joked with her.
Because she truly couldn't feel happy; the closer she got to Brother Zhenyu, the more her heart hurt, as if after this pain passed, she would never have such a profound feeling again.
Before she knew it, she slumped into the seat, her face showing two streams of clear tears. She turned away, biting her lip, with her back to Beitang Yao, secretly wiping the tears that had unwillingly rolled down.
