"What are you doing here?" Huangfu Yuxuan asked casually, but his eyes were sullen and his voice was flat, with a hint of harshness.
Huangfu Jingchen laughed, his smile gentle, approachable, and innocent. He was truly handsome and, though two years younger than Huangfu Yuxuan, his youthful gaze was bright and clear. His calm and composed demeanor seemed to suggest a heart unconcerned with worldly matters, yet also a peace and steadiness as if he encompassed the world in his chest. As he stood facing Huangfu Yuxuan, he didn't seem to be at a disadvantage; instead, he appeared even more elegant and graceful.
His voice, warm and soft like a spring breeze, not only reached Huangfu Yuxuan's ears but also those of others in the hall: "Wherever my cousin is, that's where I'll be!"
A plain and simple tone, modest, gentle, and polite, yet somehow it carried a hint of irony.
