Radiant Gleam's pair of bewitching violet eyes trembled slightly, but she quickly returned to her usual icy composure.
She snorted coldly, her tone deliberately distant. "How would I know something like that?"
"Besides." She turned her face away, her long green hair falling over half her face. "What do his private affairs have to do with me?"
Long Yu keenly caught that fleeting trace of unease from Radiant Gleam. She blinked and deliberately drew out her words. "Is that so? But has Lord Radiant Gleam considered this?"
"If the rumors are true, what if Lord Han Xing really leaves with those sisters after the competition ends?"
"Leaves?" Radiant Gleam abruptly turned back, a barely perceptible flash of panic crossing her dark green pupils.
"Yes."
Long Yu gently stroked her staff. "These two have extraordinary backgrounds, and mysterious powerhouses support them from behind. If Lord Han Xing falls for them..."
She paused meaningfully for a moment. "Then perhaps he'll leave with them. When that happens, you may never see him again."
"From then on, perhaps we'll become nothing more than insignificant strangers to him."
Radiant Gleam's slender fingers unconsciously tightened around the hem of her clothes, her knuckles whitening slightly from the force.
But she quickly forced herself to loosen her grip and resumed that frosty expression. "If he wants to leave, then let him leave."
"His legs are his own. I..."
Her voice trembled imperceptibly. "I'm not anything to him."
Seeing this usually decisive and ruthless lord forcing herself to remain calm, Long Yu could not help sighing softly. "Lord Radiant Gleam, sometimes we women... don't need to be so harsh on ourselves."
"My mother once said that when you meet someone you truly care about, pride often becomes the greatest obstacle."
"Don't let a moment of impulsiveness leave you