Xiao Xuyao ​​adjusted his posture and looked at Qian Bolun with a leisurely air. "Alright, please tell me slowly, Young Master Qian, how it is something that I can't quite put my finger on."

Qian Bolun stared at him for a long time, then suddenly sighed, his eyes unfathomable.

"..."

Xiao Xuyao ​​immediately sat up straight. To be able to make the dignified young master Qian so distraught, this must be a very important person.

Qian Bolun told him about his encounter with Mi Jing in the cafeteria.

Before he could even voice his concerns, Xiao Xuyao's eyes widened in surprise, his smile clearly faltering: "What did you say her name was again?"

Qian Bolun: "Mi Jing".

Xiao Xuyao: "Mi what?"

Qian Bolun: "Quiet."

Xiao Xuyao: "What quiet?"

Qian Bolun: "Mi!"

Xiao Xuyao ​​still looked incredulous: "Who?"

Qian Bolun frowned helplessly, feeling disgusted with Xiao Xuyao, and even more disgusted with himself. How could he have cooperated with Xiao Xuyao? How boring!

Xiao Xuyao ​​reached out and lifted his surprised chin, his eyes darting around as he exclaimed with a look of 'What a small world!': 'If the Mi Jing you're talking about is the one with the radical for "must" under the roof, the one who's quiet and reserved, the Mi Jing who's in Class 5 of Senior 3 at Shuangyi High School—'

Qian Bolun stared at Xiao Xuyao ​​with suspicion.

The man smiled slightly, exuding a cunning and treacherous air: "That's my eldest sister's daughter, my niece. Although we're only ten years apart in age, don't doubt it, she is my niece."

"..."

Why do I feel even more heartbroken?

Qian Bolun forced a better expression and asked, "Do you still want to hear this or not?"

"Listen! Please speak." Xiao Xuyao ​​immediately suppressed his inexplicably happy smile, demonstrating his 'superb skill' in changing his expression in an instant.

"I didn't start thinking about her because I fell in love with her at first sight..."

As Qian Bolun spoke, a hint of unease crept into his voice: "That day, I made eye contact with her a few times. What really caught my attention was her eyes, or more precisely, the emotions in them. I thought about it for a long time, but I just couldn't figure out what was going on."

"Um—you can continue." Xiao Xuyao ​​was completely confused, but maintained an awkward yet polite smile.

Perhaps if he had a little more information, he would be able to understand.

Qian Bolun didn't know how to continue, or perhaps he hadn't sorted out the fragments of words in his mind and mouth, so he fell silent again.

Xiao Xuyao ​​raised his eyes slightly. "What emotions are in her eyes? Tell me first. If you don't know how to express your objective thoughts, you can also share your subjective thoughts, which only represent your personal opinion."

"..." With repeated memories, Qian Bolun didn't need to spend a few seconds or even minutes recalling how beautiful and bright those eyes were, and how they had haunted his dreams.

As soon as Xiao Xuyao ​​finished speaking, he continued, "The emotion in Mi Jing's eyes... how should I put it, it was as if I was about to die."

He never expected such an answer. Xiao Xuyao ​​couldn't help but fall silent. After a few moments, he slowly raised his head, a forced smile on his face: "You said it yourself that this is your first meeting. So, dear Young Master Qian, my conclusion is clear."

Qian Bolun tilted his head, looking puzzled.

Xiao Xuyao ​​twitched the corner of his mouth. "I suspect you have delusions, paranoia. Are you telling me she might harm you? Impossible... My eldest niece has always been well-behaved and a kind girl."

He strode to the door, ready to leave: "Child, read more books, don't think about these trivial things all day."

Qian Bolun suddenly stood up, "Brother Xuyao, listen to me..."