Qin Yucen asked very calmly, but suddenly, the air between the two froze, and the temperature dropped to freezing.
Guan Haoyang's hands on her shoulders tightened slightly at that moment, his gaze locked tightly on her face, his eyes complex and struggling. His thin lips were tightly pursed, staring at her without moving. Qin Yucen didn't look away either, meeting his gaze unafraid, as she had nothing to fear from him anyway.
And for some reason, she just felt that she should ask this question. After all, she wasn't afraid of Guan Haoyang getting angry. She was just voicing a thought in her heart. If he wanted to answer, he could; if not, she wouldn't insist, and would just act like she had never asked. This was Qin Yucen's mindset; she didn't necessarily need to know the answer. After all, it wouldn't mean anything to her, right?
