The moment those words fell, the pavilion grew quieter.
Yun Haisheng's eyelids twitched.
He knew at once that Yan Hai had spoken too much again.
Bai Lingling, however, did not grow angry the way they expected. She only tilted her head slightly and looked at Yan Hai with that gentle, almost curious expression of hers that usually meant she was either about to stab a person with words or let them bury themselves first.
Before she could open her mouth, Little Black moved.
It was only one step.
Then another.
That was all.
He did not growl. He did not bare his teeth. He did not pounce.
He only walked forward a little and lifted his head to look at Yan Hai properly, and the whole atmosphere in the pavilion changed at once.
The air seemed to become heavier.
The breeze moving the curtains suddenly felt cold.
The servants near the pillars all stiffened as if someone had poured cold water down their backs.
Yan Hai's face changed immediately.
