The quiet warmth of the dining hall felt incredibly heavy the moment the double doors clicked shut behind Long Zhan and Qin Mo.
Lin Wan remained seated at the long, polished wooden table, her fingers still loosely wrapping around her teacup as she stared at the flickering light of the floating spiritual crystals above.
Across from her, Lanying sat perfectly still, her striking, beautiful blue eyes shimmering with a deep, solemn gravity that immediately made the air in the room feel thick and tense.
The playful atmosphere from dinner had completely evaporated, leaving behind a sudden, heavy silence that made Lin Wan's heart skip a beat.
Lanying leaned across the table, her long, elegant fingers reaching out to gently but firmly wrap around Lin Wan's hands, her touch warm but laced with an undeniable urgency.
