In the darkness.
My body suddenly stiffened.
Because I felt the edge of my clothes gradually growing damp.
I instinctively turned to look toward the source. Ye Qingxian had already let go of me, moving so fast it was almost unbelievable. She stared coldly at the ceiling. "What is it?"
She slowly turned her head and gazed at my bewildered face, her eyes still cold.
Like an uninvolved bystander.
"N-no, nothing..." My voice faltered. I gave an awkward laugh. "Haha, just now—I thought you were crying."
Ye Qingxian gave a cold snort. "Even if you're Junior Sister, you can't just make things up about me."
"Tears are nothing but a weapon for the weak."
"I, Ye Qingxian, never cry."
I looked down at the dampness on my shoulder, then up at Ye Qingxian, who was practically billowing black smoke, her expression utterly resolute. I couldn't help muttering to myself in doubt.
Had I really heard wrong?
Seeing Junior Sister finally turn away, Ye Qingxian's expression shifted slightly as she wiped the corner of her eye.
She still couldn't believe it.
Was this reality?
Several times, she'd reached out her hand, only to forcibly stop herself.
Just now, she'd more than once planned to pull Junior Sister back into her arms.
Because whenever she was about to take that final step,
another voice in her heart would keep reminding her:
Wait a little longer. What if it's true?
The sweetness of a cake that Junior Sister gave willingly was far more tempting than she'd expected. Like deadly arsenic wrapped in sugar, it lured Ye Qingxian ever deeper into surrender, until she could no longer bring herself to harden her heart completely.
"Go to sleep." I closed my eyes and spoke softly.
Ye Qingxian quietly watched my profile.
Her long, pink-white hair