The atmosphere in the elevator turned ambiguously tense for no reason. Jiang Huai glanced at Rong Nian then at Jiang Xi, before he squeezed himself into a corner, trying to minimize his presence.
Jiang Xi used her hand that wasn't holding the violin to rub the spot where Rong Nian had pressed too hard.
It felt tingling.
Like an electric shock.
Her lips were pressed tightly together as she looked up at Rong Nian; the elevator walls were so polished they were like mirrors.
In the mirror, Jiang Xi saw Rong Nian looking at her, his brows and eyes fierce like a wild beast ready to pounce.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she immediately averted her gaze, only to collide with Jiang Huai's gossip-filled and mischievous eyes.
"…"
Jiang Xi looked down at her toes, her face reflected on the glossy marble floor, her ears burning red.