Kapitel 68: No Rush

The car moved smoothly along the road, leaving the bustling city behind. Liu Xiuying remained quiet, her heart still racing from Jiang Fengya's unexpected question. She stole a glance at the older woman, who had now leaned back in her seat, gazing out of the window with a satisfied smile. There was no pressure from Jiang Fengya's side—no immediate demand for answers. Yet, Liu Xiuying could feel the weight of her own thoughts lingering in the silence.

After what felt like a long stretch of time, Jiang Fengya broke the silence. "You know," she began, her voice soft yet commanding, "Yanlin has always been difficult to understand. He's never been one to show his emotions openly."

Liu Xiuying listened intently, nodding, though she didn't respond immediately. She understood what Jiang Fengya meant. Mo Yanlin always seemed so composed, so distant, but there had been moments—brief flickers—where she thought she had seen something more behind those calm eyes.