Fang Yue, of course, noticed the change in Qing'Er. He frowned, feeling a little displeased.
It wasn't that he was clueless about matters of the heart, but he was certainly not one to be casual about them.
Although Qing'Er was beautiful and skilled, he didn't have any particular feelings for her.
Besides, he hadn't embarked on this journey for romance; he had far more important matters to attend to.
Thus, he didn't want to get too involved with Qing'Er.
"Miss Qing'Er, it's getting late. You should get some rest," Fang Yue said coolly, setting down his chopsticks.
Qing'Er froze at his words.
She looked up at Fang Yue, a flicker of disappointment in her eyes. On the verge of tears, her expression was pitiful enough to stir compassion in any heart.
However, she was dealing with Fang Yue. Such tactics, such appeals to emotion, were utterly useless against him.
Seeing Fang Yue completely unmoved, the disappointment in Qing'Er's heart deepened.
