Wei Shuqian merely gazed upon Wen Jiao's vivid and strikingly close visage; a fleeting obsession flashed through his eyes, followed by a deeper darkness. He said, "I am sick; that's why I've fallen for someone as heartless as you."
Tears in Wen Jiao's eyes slipped down as Wei Shuqian spoke.
Her eyelids burned, her voice quivered, she said, "That's right, Wei Shuqian, I'm heartless."
Bian Yue and Shen Jinci had been sitting downstairs for some time when they finally saw Wei Shuqian descend the stairs.
Bian Yue stood up, unable to hide the tension on her face, glanced at Wei Shuqian, then hurried upstairs.
She was going up to see Wen Jiao.
Wei Shuqian thought, it was strange indeed, Wen Jiao was such a heartless person, what exactly did Bian Yue like about her?
With Bian Yue gone, Wei Shuqian sat down on the couch opposite to Shen Jinci, legs crossed and posture relaxed like Shen Jinci.
