Jiang Li didn't know when she had finished singing, all she felt was Jih Heng holding her, without making a single move. She wanted to look up at him, but Jih Heng's voice came from above her head, saying, "Don't move, stay just like this."
For some reason, at that moment, Jiang Li seemed to catch a glimpse of unusual emotions in him, emotions that belonged to a Jih Heng she didn't know—vulnerable, lost, and helpless.
So she stayed still, quiet, and unmoving.
The autumn sunlight wasn't as intense as summer's, it was gentle and tinged with gold, and it gradually warmed them both. She really should have pushed Jih Heng away, for if a servant saw them, and should there be any gossip, it would inevitably cause trouble. Yet, she did nothing.
