Xia Yuqing stood still, silently watching Lu Jinchen. Her heart ached at the sight of him.
She had grown up without a family—raised as an orphan and trained to be an assassin. Her life had always been about survival, not emotions. She had never learned how to handle pain that came from love, family, and betrayal. She couldn't fully understand what was going on in his heart, but she could clearly see he was in deep pain.
Quietly, without saying a word, she walked over and sat beside him. She didn't speak right away. Instead, she allowed the silence to settle between them—gentle, calm, and comforting. They sat there side by side, letting the moment speak for itself.
After a while, she turned her head slightly and asked in a soft voice, "Are you okay?"
Lu Jinchen didn't reply at first. His eyes remained fixed on the ground, his body still as stone. But after a long pause, he whispered just one word. "No."
