"Let's talk in the main tent," he said, his exceptionally handsome face framed by clear, star-like eyes. "There are too many people here. If we're overheard, it could easily cause trouble."
He was looking at her as he explained, his tone carrying a hint of almost imperceptible caution.
Liang Wan lowered her eyes, an unbearable bitterness welling up inside her.
'Wang Tingyue shouldn't be acting this cautiously.'
'Whether in the past or now, she was the one who should feel guilty.'
Seeing her silence, Wang Tingyue's voice was hoarse as he said, "Are you still afraid that—"
Liang Wan raised her eyes and interrupted him with a smile. "I was just about to go to the main tent to find you anyway."
"Good." The tension in Wang Tingyue's eyes eased. He also smiled, nodded, and turned to walk ahead.
Liang Wan and Bai Lu followed behind him.
A fire was burning inside the tent, making it much warmer than outside.
