Qin Muye was 1.89 meters tall, but he bent down to be eye-level with the girl who was over twenty centimeters shorter than him.
His brows were furrowed, and his gray-blue eyes held none of the annoyance or anger from their first meeting, but rather a faint unease.
It was the same expression a large dog makes after doing something wrong, afraid its owner will hate it.
For some reason, Jiang Qingli felt he was a lot like the docile little snow leopard from the spiritual world, and she couldn't resist reaching out to pat his head.
This Prince might seem arrogant on the surface, but his hair was soft and felt wonderful to the touch.
Jiang Qingli couldn't resist stroking his hair again. "Her who?" she asked.
Qin Muye looked instantly guilty and avoided her gaze. "...Bai Yiyi."
The air grew suspiciously still for a few seconds.
Jiang Qingli paused, a hint of confusion in her voice. "What happened between you and her?"
