C29 After the Ethereal
After two months apart, Du Siyu seemed unchanged, lost in thought as she gazed at the northern sky, her hair dancing in the breeze. A stray lock brushed her temple, and for a brief moment, Gu Xiaoxing found the sight rather captivating.
No sooner had this notion surfaced than he quashed it. Gu Xiaoxing's face contorted with alarm, and he shook his head vigorously, inwardly chastising himself