Yun Qian pointed at the corner of her mouth: "You really don't like it?"
"... To be honest, it's a bit creepy when you smile."
"?"
With Xu Chang'an's words, Yun Qian froze in place.
When she was by Xu Chang'an's side, she rarely experienced true emotional instability. But at this moment, she stared blankly at him, her gaze penetrating through Xu Chang'an's shoulder, the tree in the courtyard, the clouds, reaching the Frosty Heaven above.
The lightning was dense, the warmth akin to winter sunlight, yet Miss Yun only felt her heart turn cold.
"Boom..."
Some thunder rumbled from afar to near, the wind swept past Yun Qian's hair tips, making her pitch-black and profound eyes shrink slightly.
Creepy.
He was referring to her.
It implied he was afraid of her.
