"What are you trying to pull?" she asked the man before her with a wary look.
She didn't know when it had started, but her wholehearted trust had turned into a reflexive wariness. The relationships between people were always so fragile.
He still wore his nonchalant demeanor, speaking indifferently, "Nothing much, just suddenly felt like it."
Yao Qing looked at him, silent for a long time.
Until she raised her hand and drank down that glass of water.
Yu Yanshen wouldn't do anything to her, at least that was the inexplicable belief she held onto so far.
And Yu Yanshen did not betray her trust; after she finished the water and her meal, all was as calm as before.
It was as if she had somehow inexplicably regained her freedom.
Indeed, inexplicable.
The next day, Yao Qing learned that the production had changed directors, but everything else remained the same.
She was taken aback, then directly confronted Yu Yanshen about it.