第一千一百七十一章离去
第一千一百七十一章离去(第3/3页)
deawhatkindofgamexuesanwasplaying,butshewasdeterminedtoenjoytheride.
astheycontinuedtodiscussthefinerpointsofmeasurementandestimation,liningcouldn‘thelpbutfeelasenseofexcitementbuildinginsideher.whoknewthattalkingaboutsmilescouldbesothrilling?andyet...therewassomethingmoreatplayhere,somethingthatwentbeyondmerewordsandnumbers.
somethingthatspoketoherverysoul.
xuesan‘seyeslockedontohers,hisgazepiercingthroughtheveilofherdoubts.“yousee,lining,“hesaid,hisvoicelowandhusky,“thekeyisnotinthemeasurementitself,butinthemeaningbehindit.“
liningfeltashiverrundownherspineasxuesan‘swordshungintheairlikeachallenge.whatdidhemeanbythat?andwhatlayhiddenbeneaththesurfaceofthisseeminglyinnocuousconversation?
thequestionechoedthroughhermindasliningturnedawayfromxuesan,hereyesdriftingoutintothedistance.shehadnoideawhatwasabouttounfold,butsheknewonethingforcertain-nothingwouldeverbethesameagain.