What Shen Yeqing held seemed to be a necklace strung on a black cord. The pendant was enclosed in his palm, with only a hint of green showing.
Xie Mi couldn't help thinking back.
As she recalled, Shen Yeqing usually wore shirts and casual hoodies. Perhaps because their necklines weren't particularly low, she had never noticed a necklace around his neck.
But once, during a tug-of-war game at the beach, she had indeed glimpsed a black cord at his neck, likely exposed by his vigorous movements.
Had he been wearing this necklace then?
Still, she didn't dwell on it.
Rich people liked wearing little accessories. Wasn't that perfectly normal?
"So, did you hear what I just asked?"
Xie Mi clung to the bamboo wall with both hands, draped over the top with her legs swinging idly, showing no intention of coming down.
The man in the water considered for a moment, then suddenly raised his head to meet her gaze.
His alluring eyes were breathtakingly beautiful, shimmering with a soul-stealing light.
"Yes. I met you when I was eight."
He was unexpectedly honest.
It was the answer she had anticipated, yet it still left Xie Mi lost in thought for a moment.
Under the moonlight, steam rose from the hot spring and curled around him. Water still dripped from his wet, ink-black hair, making him look like a mountain spirit who bewitched human hearts.
"Weren't you scared?"
Xie Mi looked at him. "I look exactly the same now as I did when you met me at eight. Doesn't that scare you?"
More than a decade had passed, yet she showed no signs of aging. This clearly went beyond normal human development. Was he really not afraid?
She stared straight into his eyes, unwilling to miss even the slightest flicker of