Although he knew it was something from a past life, the thought that she loved someone else and not himself made Jing Xuan's chest feel heavy.
He picked up the teacup and tilted his head back, swallowing the tea.
The white porcelain teacup was small and couldn't hold much, but it was a hot summer day, and the freshly brewed tea that had just been brought out couldn't cool down so quickly.
The tea he swallowed in one gulp scalded his throat, and together with his heavy chest, it felt like they were on fire.
He furrowed his brows tightly, feeling uncomfortable!
He nodded, suppressing the painful burning sensation, and looked with a high demeanor at Tang Huai sitting across from him.
His deep eyes were no longer as turbulent as before.
Within them leapt a brilliance, like the adorned and twinkling starlight in the night sky.
Dazzling and bright, yet it was impossible for others to see through his thoughts.
