Why was he still sitting there motionless like a fool, like a wooden dummy?
No, the Wang Xian before her was even worse than a wooden dummy.
At least a wooden dummy would not speak, sigh, or smile at her with that unreadable expression.
Could it be that Wang Xian, though blind, could still see things others could not?
Ye Hongxiu's smile froze for an instant.
She scrutinized Wang Xian carefully.
She waved a hand before him, confirming that there was no way Wang Xian could see anything.
Yet his face was turned in her direction, his head slightly tilted, as if he were listening for something—not to her words, but as though he were probing with his divine sense.
The feeling was strange.
It was as though those blind eyes could see more clearly than every other pair of eyes in the world.
She waited for a long time. Seeing that Wang Xian remained unmoved, she finally could not resist speaking.
"Don't you want to know... who told me about this courtyard?"
There was a trace of testing in her voice, along with a hint of reluctance. She rarely took the initiative to speak, and even more rarely showed such emotions before a man.
Wang Xian shook his head. "Not anymore!"
It was crisp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
Ye Hongxiu was taken aback, and the smile in her eyes faded somewhat. "You don't want me?"
She asked very directly.
In a pavilion, beneath such night skies, with the two of them alone, such a question was not offensive. Instead, it carried an open, candid sincerity.
Wang Xian spread his hands and smiled.
That smile was as clean as a child's, yet what he said was a man's most honest answer: "What man wouldn't?"
His words were frank,