Han Jing did not repeat her words, but the cold atmosphere in the air felt as if it had solidified, with time terrifyingly still in the night.
For a long time, Su Yu finally parted his lips slightly, as if sighing, as if resigned: "Jing'er."
He called softly, with a gentleness that feared frightening her.
It was the first time in five years that Han Jing heard her name from his mouth again.
It made her dazed and wavering for a moment, but she still did not move.
The waves in her heart subsided, leaving behind a calm pain that reached the depths.
The two remained in this rigid standoff, neither speaking again.
Until time passed by second by second, Su Yu thought she would never speak again, planning to remain in this standoff with him for the night, when she finally spoke once more.
Her voice remained as calm as if speaking to a stranger,
Oh, speaking to a stranger would still make one panic, after all, she would still have emotions when facing strangers.
