Xiao Xiao stood there, as though isolated from the world around her, her thoughts like a turbulent sea, impossible to decipher.
Her eyes lacked focus, seemingly pondering an unspeakable secret, or awaiting a decisive moment.
Her demeanor starkly contrasted the tranquility of her surroundings.
Ye Qingchen gazed softly at Xiao Xiao, slowly approaching, a trace of concern welling up in his heart.
He knew Xiao Xiao had been worrying too much lately; seeing her like this, she must be exhausted.
"Xiao Xiao," Ye Qingchen called softly, his voice gentle and affectionate, "What are you thinking about?"
Upon hearing Ye Qingchen's voice, Xiao Xiao shivered slightly and slowly turned around.
Her eyes regained a hint of clarity from the haze but still carried a trace of hesitation and unease.
Her hands twisted together, gaze shifting erratically, seeming to have words to say but struggling to articulate them.
