Leng Yu Yan greeted his inquisitive glance with a light smile, "There is a hidden expert in the mountains."
"Hidden expert..." Ye Yiheng's eyebrows raised slightly, "What is his surname, and his name?"
Leng Yu Yan smiled playfully, a few more traces of mischief than usual on her face, "Since the expert has sequestered himself from the world, he naturally does not wish others to know too much about him."
"I see."
Ye Yiheng nodded slightly, his gaze becoming shallower, his voice colder—she was unwilling to tell him the truth.
It seemed this woman harbored far too many secrets.
Upon further scrutiny, perhaps even more secrets would surface. At that thought, Ye Yiheng felt a trace of inexplicable panic cross his heart, always sensing that the person before him was out of reach...
So far out of reach that he could not touch her!
The woman was clearly before his eyes, yet this absurd feeling inside him grew stronger.
