Her hand was tightly clenched, "Yet we are still enemies."
"Enemies..." Nan Sichen stepped back silently, letting out a soft laugh, "What a phrase, enemies."
Then he said nothing more and turned to leave.
"Wait." Qin Yin called out to him.
When he turned back to look at Qin Yin, his eyes were full of light, burning with a faint hope.
"You should take all your things away." Qin Yin spoke under his hopeful gaze, yet it was such a sentence.
The light in Nan Sichen's eyes extinguished instantly. He curved his lips, "I'll have someone come to take them tomorrow."
Then he turned and left.
The next day, Nan Sichen indeed had someone come to collect his belongings.
Qin Yin watched silently, not saying a word more.
Some servants felt uncomfortable seeing Young Master Nan's things being moved out and wanted to comfort Qin Yin.
