Watching Qian Renxue sob her heart out, Dai Yao sighed softly and gently stroked her back.
Right now, Qian Renxue was not that lofty Crown Prince of Heaven Dou, nor that noble Young Master, but a child abandoned by her mother.
Dai Yao said nothing, waiting for Qian Renxue to calm herself.
After a while, Qian Renxue finally stopped crying and slowly raised her head. Tear tracks, crumbs, and damp, disheveled hair were stuck together, leaving her perfect, delicate face looking rather wretched. Only, much of the noble, sacred aura about her had faded, replaced instead by a trace of ordinary human warmth.
Dai Yao fetched a towel and handed it to Qian Renxue.
Only then did Qian Renxue realize how unseemly she looked. A faint blush rose on her face, and she hurriedly took the towel, turned her head, and wiped away the marks on her face. A moment later, Qian Renxue turned back, gave Dai Yao a deep look, and regained her previous indifferent expression. When she met Dai Yao's gaze, she automatically looked away and said softly, "Thank you. I lost my composure just now. I hope you won't take offense."
Seeing Qian Renxue avoid meeting his eyes, Dai Yao froze slightly. This proud woman was actually avoiding his gaze? Then he smiled and said:
"It's fine. As long as you ate something. Your previous injuries haven't healed yet. If this went on, I wouldn't even know how to answer to the Great Enshrinement."
Qian Renxue rolled her eyes at Dai Yao, but this little joke of his made her feel much better. She looked once more toward the boundless blue sea. Compared to just now, the dullness had vanished, replaced by a feeling she had never experienced before.
A feeling of being able to trust and