Just moments ago, Ruan Nianxi's face was bright with a smile, but now she wore a serious expression. She tilted her chin up, her deep eyes fixed directly on Xie Shu.

Her hand, which was gripping Xie Shu's chin, hadn't let go, nor had she eased her grip.

After a few seconds of staring at each other, Ruan Nianxi seemed to suddenly come to her senses, quickly releasing her hand and turning her head to look elsewhere.

She didn't speak or offer any explanation.