At the same time.
Wang Anye's pure, flawless eyes were wide as well, filled with the same disbelief.
When the little beggar had crashed into him, he had clearly reacted and tried to dodge. Yet he had still collided with her head-on?
This was truly bizarre.
Could it be... that this little beggar had deliberately staged a scam? Did she want to pin herself on Wang Anye and extort him?
Hmm?
She did not smell bad. Instead, she carried a faint fragrance that smelled rather nice. And she was so thin and small, her body so soft, so comfortable to hold. It was truly strange.
Wang Anye felt as though something had sprouted in his heart. Within his dull and placid inner world, a flicker of emotion had arisen with extreme rarity.
The little beggar's eyes met Wang Anye's at close range.
They were clear, bright eyes, yet they possessed a sense of tranquility lacking in other boys.
Her panicked, flustered heart swiftly calmed down.
That comfortable, contented feeling was like lying in a bamboo chair and reading during a pattering drizzle, peaceful and relaxed within.
Time.
It seemed to have passed for a very long while, yet it also seemed to have passed in an instant.
The two simply lay quietly on the ground, their gazes intertwined as time became eternal. Even the wind brushing past them seemed to turn gentle and tender.
However.
That beautiful atmosphere was shattered by a string of abrupt curses and cries.
"Little beggar, get up already!"
"Oh, my dear mother! Seventh Young Master, Seventh Young Master, are you all right?"
"You little beggar, don't you watch where you're going? How dare you ram into Seventh Young Master?"
"Seventh Young Master, are you all right, sir?"
The guards and servants around Wang Anye hurriedly