Chi Yue's brows were slightly furrowed.
Zheng Xiyuan's peach blossom eyes, which she had once disdained, were now spiritless, his obvious dark circles making him look languid and listless. Where was the old carefree vibe, "riding swiftly on a horse in high spirits, admiring all the flowers of Chang'an in one day"?
Chi Yue lifted her chin like a guardian deity. "What do you want to talk about?"
Zheng Xiyuan: "I won't hurt her. Rest assured, I know my limits." He paused, then sighed, "Avoidance is not the way to solve problems."
He knew this truth, and he also knew that she knew this road. The things Wang Xueya couldn't understand, Chi Yue could.
"Alright, if the little raven has no objections, neither do I."
Wang Xueya did not explicitly refuse. Her speaking up would seem pale and weak, something Chi Yue had always known. In the emotional matters between Wang Xueya and Zheng Xiyuan, she actually couldn't help much. Everything had to be resolved by Wang Xueya herself.