"Worried?" Qiao Rui raised her eyebrows. "Worried about what?"
Pei Liyan chuckled softly, without answering, instead, he reached out to lift her up and carried her inside. "Worried about the winds of change."
"Riddles again. If there's anyone I admit defeat to, it's you."
Qiao Rui's delicate brows slightly arched, her silk pajamas tracing her graceful figure. Her long jet-black hair cascaded behind her, and as he picked her up, it draped downward, accentuating her beautifully radiant face.
She gave him a faint smile.
Pei Liyan only tugged at his lips lightly. "You should sleep, don't think about anything, just sleep."
"Will you accompany me?" Qiao Rui countered.
Pei Liyan's lips curved slightly, and for a fleeting moment, his formerly frosty and aloof face transformed into an expression of unparalleled charm, captivating and mesmerizing.
However, beneath it all seemed to lurk an enigmatic aura—a tempestuous, uncertain energy.