Ming Qi Tian leaned against the railing, night candles flickered in the rain on the terrace, and the long flow below gradually poured into the vast West Pond.
Perhaps due to the prior conversation, Pei Ye seemed to truly sense her relaxation and comfort now. He leaned on the railing, watching the wind caress her hair and clothes as if it intended to carry the lady high into the night sky.
"What are you looking at?" Ming Qi Tian lowered her eyes to look at him.
"...Miss Ming, you said you don't care... don't care that I've become cluttered with intentions, become calculating and scheming," Pei Ye pursed his lips, "then what do you care about? If Miss Ming sees everything so clearly, what makes me different from others?"
Ming Qi Tian paused, seemingly considering for the first time.
Pei Ye looked at her.
"There isn't really any difference, right?"
"Huh?"
