Heart
Her gaze fell upon the living room, coinciding with the glance Beitang Yao cast, tightly meshed together, making her heart involuntarily constrict, all expressions vanishing from her face.
When she heard Beitang Yao slowly opening his mouth to tell her to come over, her feet felt like they were filled with lead, unable to move. Standing beside her, Ye Feng anxiously whispered to Xia Qingqian, "Miss Xia, Young Master asked you to go over, please go over quickly."
Xia Qingqian's expression suddenly changed, looking dazedly at Beitang Yao who was standing not far away, pulling a bitter smile from the corner of her mouth, softly whispering, "Young Master, I..."
Her words were strangled by Beitang Yao as he walked towards her, his face ashen, showing no other expression. Her heart trembled even more, wanting to retreat, but her feet simply wouldn't listen.
