Shang Qinghua felt the warmth of Yue Mingxuan's hand in his palm and suddenly did not know what to do.
He could feel Yue Mingxuan's determination and resolve, and that only made him more uneasy inside.
From the day he became the leader of the organization, it was already decided that he could not accept kindness or gifts from anyone because he could not repay them, and because he could not bear the weight of every life that had been lost.
He opened his mouth but could not make a sound.
He could not refuse, because he desperately longed for the warmth in his palm.
Yet he also could not accept it, because he feared losing that warmth one day.
Yue Mingxuan did not know why Shang Qinghua suddenly fell silent, as if he had lost his soul.
He waved his other hand lightly in front of Shang Qinghua's face.
"Hey, Prince Shang, what's wrong with you? Did you turn stupid?"
