In the living room, Pei Yuhang brewed tea while observing Shang Miaoyan, who was laughing and chatting with Liyuan.
'Is this what I should expect from her?'
'I'd already said such harsh words to her. If it were that young girl, Ji Xichan, her eyes would probably be brimming with tears by now.'
'But Shang Miaoyan had shown up again completely unfazed, and was even in the mood to laugh and joke with Liyuan, as if our earlier confrontation never happened.'
'What a handful...'
'Shang Miaoyan was indeed different from a junior like Ji Xichan. Her Dao Heart wouldn't be so easily shaken, and she wouldn't just leave my side.'
Pei Yuhang sighed inwardly and placed the freshly brewed tea on the table.
He lowered his gaze to Ye Liyuan, the coldness of his handsome features softening unconsciously as he personally poured her a cup of tea.
The clear tea reflected the fleeting tenderness in Pei Yuhang's eyes.
