His hand, hanging at his side, clenched into a nervous fist. Despite the freezing cold, his palm was actually sweating. Cedrian watched the girl in front of him with growing unease.
Ling Miao looked up, bewildered. Noticing his unsettled expression, she gave a small nod. "If that’s what you want."
Her tone was calm; there was not a hint of shyness in her demeanor. Cedrian’s nervous tension suddenly vanished. He studied Ling Miao’s expression carefully, realizing she was truly indifferent. When she noticed his gaze, she even tilted her head at him with curiosity.
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