Jiang Baimian's mouth instinctively took the shape of an exclamation, but she quickly shut her mouth and didn't make a sound.
She cast her gaze ahead again and smoothly stepped over a bush. Then, she smiled casually.
"I keep having the feeling that I might have a hidden talent—one that makes people feel close to me. They will feel at ease when they are by my side, and they will be willing to share some of the worries that have built up in their hearts."
"It's not like there's anything that needs to be strictly confidential." Shang Jianyao didn't quite agree with Jiang Baimian, but he had escaped from the mood created by their earlier conversation topic.