Pei Yuhang's breath hitched. A flicker of emotion, nearly imperceptible, crossed his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.
His tone was flat, as if discussing something trivial. "...You, why are you asking this kind of question?"
Shang Miaoyan chuckled softly. Her fingertips slid down his collar and came to rest on his chest, tapping lightly as if to feel whether his heartbeat was erratic.
"What, can't I ask? Fan Ya told me the other day that you were in a terrible mood after hearing that woman's name~"
Shang Miaoyan's gaze was locked on his face, trying to catch the slightest crack in his expression.
"I haven't met with her... Whether that Jade Pool Saintess is Qianqian or not, it has nothing to do with me anymore." Pei Yuhang's voice was low, laced with a barely noticeable tension.
