Chapter 111 Love and Hate (3)
Near dusk.
Zhou Yan and Han Ji were walking in the Holy City in casual clothes. Their outstanding appearance attracted many people's attention. Han Ji looked at the people passing by on the street with some surprise. She could not find any nervousness on their faces. This discovery surprised Han Ji. Although she was not very clear, she should at least pay attention to it. Why didn't she feel the slightest bit of nervousness? It was as if nothing had happened and they were full of peace?
"ah!!"
Han Ji, who was observing her surroundings and thinking about her own things, bumped into Zhou Yan who was walking in front of her without paying attention. She stumbled and almost fell. Fortunately, Zhou Yan reacted quickly and grabbed her waist to prevent her from falling. However, due to gravity, she fell into Zhou Yan's arms.
“S-Sorry!!”
Han Ji, who was a little frightened and shy, almost subconsciously pushed Zhou Yan away, lowered her head, and felt her face burning.
"What's wrong? Are you worried?"
“No, nothing!!”
Han Ji tried a little panic to hide her nervousness, but soon raised her head and returned to her normal expression.
"…Are you tired?"
"No, not tired."
"Let's go in and sit down."
"Well?"
Before Han Ji agreed, Zhou Yan had already walked sideways into a shop nearby. Han Ji then realized that they were parked in front of a teahouse. She looked at the teahouse in front of her in a daze, but quickly regained her consciousness and followed Zhou Yan into the teahouse.
The structure of the teahouse was very elegant. There were not many people, but you could see that they were all literati and scholars. After Zhou Yan and Han Ji came in, many people cast their eyes on them. Han Ji naturally did not care about the looks of others and just followed Zhou Yan. Zhou Yan ignored them. Then, led by the waiter, they went up to the second floor and sat in the elegant seats by the window.
"Anything you want to eat?"
Zhou Yan asked Han Ji, his expression still calm, and the waiter was waiting on the side.
"Whatever."
Han Ji had no idea what to do when asked this question suddenly, especially since they were still outside.
"Then let's serve some of your most famous specialties, tea and silver... let's serve the best Biluochun."
Without further questioning, Zhou Yan turned to the waiter and explained. When he mentioned tea, he paused for a moment. Silver needles were not something that this kind of teahouse could provide, so he had to change the subject.
"Yes, we'll be there soon. Please wait a moment."
The waiter bowed respectfully and left. Before leaving, he did not forget to glance at Han Ji and Zhou Yan out of the corner of his eye. Of course, this did not escape Zhou Yan's attention, but Zhou Yan did not take it to heart.
“Feeling weird, right?”
Han Ji was a little stunned when Zhou Yan suddenly spoke while looking out the window. She didn't know how to break the heavy atmosphere. She didn't expect Zhou Yan to speak first. She was a little surprised but also curious about what Zhou Yan said and didn't know what he meant.
"Things like that happened, but people here acted as if nothing had happened."
Without looking at Han Ji, Zhou Yan continued talking to himself, as if explaining something to Han Ji; Han Ji, like Zhou Yan, looked out the window at the people passing by. She was indeed very surprised and had just thought about it, but of course she didn't know the reason.
Then Han Ji did not get Zhou Yan's answer, and Zhou Yan was immersed in his own world. How could he not know the reason? Even if something like that happened, the news was sealed tightly. Let alone the details, outsiders only knew about the accident at most; what Zhou Yan cared about most was Dongfang Yan's movements. Not only did he suppress Dongfang Yan's anger, but he also kept him silent. Zhou Yan had to admire Zhao Ziheng's ability, which made him further realize Zhao Ziheng's horror, but he also felt that Zhao Ziheng should have such ability; Zhao Ziheng had already demonstrated his ability, and Zhou Yan admired him again and again, so he was more eager to defeat him, use his real strength to win him, and then take Yinyin from him. Only in this way did Zhou Yan think that he could really be worthy of Yinyin.
Han Ji seemed to be able to sense what Zhou Yan was thinking. Even though Zhou Yan invited her out under the pretext of doing so, he was still thinking about 'her' in his heart. It was impossible for her not to be jealous at this time. Han Ji realized that this was the first time that she and Zhou Yan sat in a store outside like this. They had the closest identities, but their hearts were the farthest apart. Han Ji thought that if they were just ordinary couples, ordinary people in love, they might be chatting and laughing about life at this moment, but in fact, the two people sitting opposite each other at such a close distance seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.
There is one thing that Han Ji is very clear about, that is, no matter how close she and Zhou Yan are, to Han Ji, Zhou Yan is an untouchable existence far away in the horizon. Thinking of this, Han Ji drooped her eyelids sadly, and smiled at herself. Why should she still expect anything when she already knew these things?
"What are you thinking about?"
"Well?"
Han Ji was in a depressed mood, and suddenly heard Zhou Yan's voice in her ears. She looked up hurriedly and met Zhou Yan's gaze, which was directed at her.
"No, nothing."
Facing Zhou Yan's gaze, Han Ji turned her head away uncomfortably. It was not that she was avoiding him, but that she didn't want Zhou Yan to notice the blush on her face.
"…Does it make you uncomfortable to be out with me?"
"Of course not—"
Han Ji blurted out without thinking, and turned her head back to meet Zhou Yan's deep eyes again. Zhou Yan's eyes seemed to see through her, making her feel like a bad child who was caught doing something wrong. She suddenly felt speechless, and opened her mouth but couldn't say anything.
