Chapter 92: Sang Qian kissed the back of his hand.

Sang Qian suddenly snapped out of her memories, raising her hand to wipe her face, only to realize she had been crying unknowingly.

She hurriedly lowered her head to wipe her tears, "The wind here is too strong, it's stinging my eyes."

Can the wind really make someone cry that much?

Ji Chengzhou naturally didn't believe her excuse, but since she didn't want to talk about it, he wasn't one to pry, especially since she clearly seemed a bit off. So, he said, "Let's go inside."

"No need." Sang Qian quickly looked up at Ji Chengzhou, "Shall we join the shooting competition?"

Ji Chengzhou didn't respond, his puzzled gaze fixed on her.

It was clear: didn't you just say you didn't want to play?

Sang Qian forced a smile, "Since we're here, wouldn't it be bad to dampen everyone's spirits?"

Ji Chengzhou's gaze dropped slightly, landing on the necklace Sang Qian was tightly holding in her hand, "Let's not play."