The curtain was pulled up again, and several people sat down by the table, while the maid-in-waiting knelt nearby to make tea.
Pei Ye did not sit.
Having just one Qu Xin was enough to make him feel on edge, except for when he was about to die, he seldom missed this friend; since Cui Zhaoye started that fan club, his face was no longer fresh and cute; instead, Piaoqing seemed more amiable at this moment. After their farewell by the door that night, they hadn't contacted each other, yet though the emotion lingered, the heart knot was untied — they had always been the closest partners from the start.
Pei Ye instinctively leaned towards the girl.
Li Piaoqing looked up at him with eyes full of humor.
Pei Ye gave her a silent look, his lips pressed together. If sitting with these people made him feel like sitting on pins and needles, he could bow his head, feign death, and endure it. But when Miss Ming entered, his heart was lifted high.
