As Yu Meilin stood up slowly, her hands trembled lightly as she adjusted the folds of her robe. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she avoided looking directly at Tian Ling. The serene atmosphere in the hall was charged with unspoken emotions.
"I... I won't take up more of your time, brother," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. A mixture of anxiety, hope, and a touch of insecurity welled up inside her for not having expressed her feelings fully.
Tian Ling watched her for a moment, noticing the hesitation in her eyes. As she turned to leave, he took a step forward and gently grasped her arm.
"Wait, Yu Meilin," he called out, his voice firm yet comforting.
She froze immediately, startled by his unexpected gesture. Slowly, she turned back to face him, her eyes meeting his. There was a depth of sincerity in his gaze that made her feel both vulnerable and reassured.