The Mermaid Youth's presence drew near. Yu Zhizhi clutched the blanket with both hands as she watched him move the chair from the desk over to her.
Yusen sat down.
The dim light enveloped his body, softening the contours of his silhouette in the shadows. His skin was a cool white, his jawline sharp and clean, and the mole on the tip of his nose was barely visible. He lowered his gaze, his long, curled lashes accentuating the refined shape of his eyes.
"Let's talk."
The youth's faint, detached tone made Yu Zhizhi inexplicably nervous.
She slowly sat up, gazing blankly at the person before her.
Yusen's gaze fell upon her face. The little rabbit looked as if she had just been crying, the corners of her eyes tinged red. Her eyes were wet, her lashes clumped together. Her black hair cascaded down, enveloping her petite frame. Her nervousness was palpable as her fingers gripped the edge of the bed.
"Shen He is the person I mentioned to you before."
Yusen began to speak slowly:
