Yao Wan could not help secretly letting out a breath of relief, then could not resist sneaking a glance at Xiao Yan.
This guy only moved quickly at times like this...
Her light golden eyes could not help slanting toward the young man beside her. As that thought murmured through her heart, the gloom that had been weighing on her chest also unknowingly scattered a little.
After all, now that things had come to this, the serious matter naturally came first... she could tell what mattered more. It was not as if she did not care at all.
...let alone how could she possibly not care about something like this...
Her light golden eyes shifted, only to see that Xiao Yan's gaze had not lingered on her. From beginning to end, it had never moved away from the many potential enemies before them.
Yao Wan pressed her lips together slightly and said nothing.
Fine. Pretend she had not said anything.
At such a critical juncture, she was the one overthinking things instead...
Her narrowed golden pupils went slightly unfocused, and her thoughts drifted beyond the heavens, beyond her control.
Having kept everything firmly in hand for so long, this was the first time Yao Wan felt somewhat ill at ease.
Everything from just now was still vivid before her eyes. Those casual movements and words were like thorns buried in flesh; the discomfort was not intense, yet it was always there, unseen but felt at every moment.
In truth, she did not really understand this sort of feeling. Rather, the former her had never cared about such things all that much.
Perhaps it was like a toy from childhood? Being looked at with astonishment always made one feel pleased, but the covetousness carried behind that astonishment snuffed out the faint