Finally, Yang Jian's scattered gaze slowly refocused, losing its previous dull emptiness.
Clasping Weining's delicate hand in return, warmth flashed in his eyes. He curved his lips into a smile for her, though it was fraught with complexity, and finally closed his eyes without a word.
The tangled and chaotic state of his mind at that moment was something Weining might not have been able to describe with precision, yet she felt it deeply.
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