When Feng Nianian wasn't speaking, Jiang Xun observed her expression, noticing that while there wasn't anything unusual on her face, her right hand was unconsciously rubbing the hem of her clothes. He realized she wasn't completely unaffected, and his gaze darkened accordingly.
At night, once the world was quiet and still, Jiang Xun emerged from his room and stood on the study balcony, pondering matters under the cold moonlight.
The things Duan Sishu mentioned today were astonishingly unconventional, things most would refuse to believe, yet Jiang Xun felt there was a possibility of their truth.
Besides, now that he's calm, he couldn't help but recall another matter.
He picked up his phone, scrolling through the contacts, and dialed a number.
"Xiaoxun?" Jiang Bin's voice came through, slightly distorted over the phone.
"Uncle, when are you free? Let's gather and have a meal." Jiang Xun suggested.
