It was silent all around, with only the soft crackle of burning wood from the dying bonfire.
Staring at the open palm before her, Jiang Qingli pursed her lips.
It was just a dance with a friend, yet she felt an inexplicable nervousness creep over her.
'I have a feeling that if I accept, a situation will arise that I can't handle.'
'But rejecting him in front of everyone would be incredibly embarrassing for him...'
As if sensing Jiang Qingli's hesitation, Gu Nian wrapped an arm around her waist from the side and said politely, "I'm sorry, Senior Yuan. My sister only came to the bonfire tonight to keep me company. She's actually exhausted from the trip and needs to go back and rest... I'm sure you can understand, right?"
Yuan Shiyao looked at Jiang Qingli and asked, "Is that true?"
