A Safe Reunion of the Artist
Yujia swore that if anyone looked at her with such a gaze, she would be dead by now. Furthermore, it was Yufeng, out of all people.
It wasn't like Yufeng ever hesitated to hide any of her emotions from Yujia. Most of the time, when she was happy, she would laugh. When she was frustrated, she would frown. When she was irritated, she would roll her eyes. And still, never had she seen Yufeng wearing this current expression, one where she carried so much seething rage yet simultaneously sought to suppress it.
Suddenly, Yufeng's words from far, far ago came echoing back to Yujia.
"There are only two people in this world which I hate."
Could it be?
Seeing how the prince that just emerged from the tent was about to glance in their direction, Yujia quickly reached over a hand, gripping Yufeng's arm. Yufeng flinched at the touch, her expression immediately dropping.
The anger vanished within a split second.