Fu Fei did not speak again.
But I could see it clearly.
The hesitation lingered in her eyes, and her brows remained slightly drawn, as though something weighed heavily on her mind.
I turned fully to face her.
"If you have something to say, then say it," I told her, my voice calm and direct.
She looked at me.
For a brief moment, it seemed as though she would speak. Her lips parted slightly, as if the words were already forming—
Then she stopped.
Her gaze lowered.
"…It is nothing," she said softly.
But it was not nothing.
That much was obvious.
I watched her for a moment longer, and then I understood.
It was not that she did not want to speak—
She simply could not.
Fu Teng.
The truth about him was not something she could reveal so easily. It was not something that could be spoken openly in a room like this, not without consequences.
I let out a quiet breath, a faint weight settling in my chest.
I understood her concern.
But—
There was no better option.
