On the top-floor terrace of the teaching building, Wang Chen gazed at Xie Yunyao beside him.
He did not answer her question directly, but his deep, unfathomable gaze seemed to pierce through the girl's soul, seeing every secret she had buried away with crystal clarity.
Xie Yunyao had never been as flustered as she was now. Her hands clenched involuntarily, and it took every ounce of her strength not to lose her composure.
Wang Chen suddenly said, "You're afraid of me."
Xie Yunyao's eyes went unfocused. "Huh?"
A faint smile appeared on Wang Chen's face. "You're very afraid of me, yet you still came looking for me and even made up such a clumsy excuse. May I know why?"
The last line of defense in Xie Yunyao's heart was pierced in an instant. She covered her burning face with both hands, so ashamed that she wished she could find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
As intelligent as she was, she felt like a clown at that moment!
But the next instant, the girl felt the cold wind on the rooftop vanish. A warm, gentle presence silently enveloped her, and it was as though her whole body had sunk into a hot spring, warm and comfortable beyond measure.
Her shyness, embarrassment, wariness, vigilance, and the indescribable fear she felt toward Wang Chen all quietly faded away without her noticing. Bit by bit, her mood became bright, clear, and sunlit again.
The feeling was so wondrous that Xie Yunyao wanted to remain immersed in it forever. She would not even have cared if she could never wake up.
Yet Wang Chen's voice entered her ears again. "You don't need to be afraid of me. You aren't my enemy, so don't do such pointless things again in the future."