Fu Siyu was also stunned at the moment.
When he heard the photographers leaving, he was about to lower his head to say something to Shu Wan, but unexpectedly, Shu Wan suddenly looked up.
He felt a chill cross his lower lip, and then he saw a pair of eyes brimming with moonlight.
Fu Siyu's hand, propped against the wall, slightly curled, his fingernails embedding into the crevice, the chill and slight pain at his fingertips clarified his thoughts a bit, "Sorry, I—"
"It's okay."
Shu Wan, looking up, regarded Fu Siyu calmly, "It's easy to bump into each other in the dark, it's quite normal."
For Shu Wan, indeed, there was nothing surprising.
After all, in her previous life, she had entered military camps under her brother's identity; even with caution, touching others was inevitable, and she saw no need for taboo.
The apology Fu Siyu had intended was suddenly stifled; he gazed at Shu Wan's water-like pupils, a nearly imperceptible darkness flickering in his eyes.
