When Que Feiling realized this, he froze in place as if someone had hit the pause button.
Although he had hugged Jiang Qingli when he left the supervision center, he'd been so afraid of being too forward that the embrace had lasted only a few seconds. His hands hadn't even touched her, and to top it off, Xie Youchen had been watching them the whole time.
Now, the ancient tree and the courtyard wall blocked the view of the crowd, creating a semi-enclosed space.
'This… this might be the first time since I've known her that we've been truly alone.'
Que Feiling subconsciously tightened his fingers, then, realizing it was improper, quickly pulled his hands back and clasped them behind him. Only then did he notice his knuckles had curled tightly with tension.
He pursed his lips, turned his injured cheek away, and answered in a low voice, "I got scratched during a mission. The doctor said it'll be fine in a week."
