"Even if it's as you say, surely there's always some time to steal away."
Li Yuntang wasn't sure what exactly Yan Xiaye was referring to, but he could guess it might be related to the reasons they had ended up in such a situation.
Though he only possessed memories up to the age of twenty, being born into the Li Family, such a top-tier affluent family, followed by various circumstances leading him to be alone abroad, he had witnessed countless intrigues and schemes. His mental acuity and perspective far surpassed those of an ordinary young man.
So even though he noticed the change in Yan Xiaye's expression, the man continued to smile lightly and casually, lifting his hand to indulgently ruffle her hair: "Trust me a little more, Xiaye."
"...Hmm."
Yan Xiaye breathed a slight sigh of relief, sneakily casting a complicated gaze at the side profile of the man.
How could she not trust him?
She just wasn't that confident in herself.
