The competition soon officially began, and Jiang Shuyao stared intently at the time on her phone, almost counting down to the last second. The moment she heard footsteps coming down the aisle, she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Why so gloomy, Princess?" The clean scent of shower gel accompanied his low, lazy voice as it neared.
The air beside her seat filled, and her heart also settled down.
Jiang Shuyao turned her head to look at the person beside her.
Pei Yan was dressed in a shirt and casual pants, his hair tips slightly damp, looking as if he had just come over from the hotel after taking a shower.
After sitting down, he leaned quietly against the chair, lips pursed, suppressing the slight rise and fall of his chest, his profile looking somewhat tired.
But that trace of fatigue, when he turned his gaze to meet hers directly, conveyed an incredibly solid sense of trust.
