The boy scurried away as if he'd been granted amnesty, without saying another word.
There was a moment of silence on the stage.
Zhang Cheng desperately wanted to calm himself, but the fire in his chest only grew fiercer. Unable to resist, he raised his hand to adjust his tie and unbuttoned two buttons before finally turning to look at Han Yixiao.
Han Yixiao still had her head lowered, resembling a schoolchild that had done something wrong.
Perhaps because he hadn't responded, she sneaked a glance at him and saw his troubled expression. The panic in her eyes intensified. She opened her mouth but said nothing. Eventually, she reached into her pocket, fished around, and pulled out a piece of candy. After unwrapping it, she timidly offered it to him.
For the first time, Zhang Cheng did not take the candy.
Han Yixiao grew more anxious, stretching her arm out, trying to put the candy into his mouth.
