As Ji Wei was about to leave the banquet hall, she suddenly halted and glanced back at the crowd. Amid the clinking of glasses and laughter, the man standing there seemed to instinctively turn his gaze towards her. In that fleeting exchange of glances, something unspoken passed between their eyes, a moment of mutual understanding.
Gu Moqian gave a faint nod, and that simple gesture brought Ji Wei an unexpected sense of calm.
She responded with a gentle smile, then turned and continued walking. Looking ahead at Jin Xuan'er, who exuded an air of self-satisfaction after falling for her deception, a trace of cold detachment flashed through Ji Wei's eyes.
Outside the cabin doors of the second-floor hall.
The cruise hall nearby was brightly lit and lively, but here it felt unusually quiet.
