His gaze focused, showing a hint of contemplation on his face.
Zhixi noticed his gaze and spoke on his behalf to ask, "Ziyi, where did you get the cross you're wearing?"
Ziyi was startled for a moment, reaching out to hold the small cross, her expression turning somber, but she didn't answer for a long time.
Zhixi knew at once. It must have been given to her by Pei Yuanchen.
She remembered that Pei Yuanchen indeed had a habit of wearing a cross. She had asked him before, but the man had deflected the question with jokes.
Thinking back, that man had fooled her quite a lot.
The thought made Zhixi feel a bit depressed.
He Jingyao glanced at the cross again and then retracted his gaze indifferently, as if it was just a momentary curiosity.
He Yirong frowned and said displeased, "Ziyi, you don't even believe in Christianity, what's the point of wearing a cross? Take it off."
Ziyi's lips were somewhat pale, and her glassy eyes held a layer of mist.
