Tang Yu first averted her gaze, took a step back, and sat down on the sofa.
She glanced toward the entryway to the observation deck, where a maid always stood, ready to take her orders at any moment.
She had lowered her voice when making the phone call just now, but surely the maid knew about it, given the ringtone and the act of answering the phone.
If the maid knew, it wouldn't be long before Ye Sihan would know too.
When Ye Sihan entered the observation deck, he saw Tang Yu sitting there, lost in thought. Only when he approached did she stir.
Just as Tang Yu came back to her senses, Ye Sihan's hand reached out and pulled open the collar of her clothing.
To inspect her scar.
"Stop looking, it's ugly." Tang Yu snatched back her collar, covering it.
Ye Sihan's deep black eyes regarded her intently, "It's not ugly."
Tang Yu listened in a daze, looking at him.
For a moment, she couldn't decipher the meaning behind his 'not ugly,' whether there was any other implication.