The candlelight flickered in the elegant room.
Sikong Yan slowly removed his mask, revealing a familiar face, then smiled broadly at Zhou Qing.
Zhou Qing quietly stared at him, trying to find traces of Lin Jin's existence on that face.
However, the smile was clean and pure, as if it had never changed.
Though Zhou Qing had never seen Lin Jin's real face, an inexplicable sadness surged in his heart.
"What?" Sikong Yan caught the fleeting sorrow in Zhou Qing's eyes, his mouth curling into a playful smirk.
He then turned away, his tone suddenly becoming indifferent, "Have you thought it over? That matter."
"Get out!" Zhou Qing said coldly.
Sikong Yan was unfazed, instead laughing heartily as he turned around, "You, everything about you is great, except you're too emotional."
He shook his head, pacing to the window, "Feelings are like the autumn leaves on the trees outside, seemingly beautiful yet destined to wither."
