The music in the hall flowed gently, bringing quietude and harmony.
It was like a brief peace in the midst of war, with one battle just passed and a larger one yet to come.
Now was the intermission, a momentary silence, a momentary rest.
"Phew..."
Shen Li couldn't help but sigh, her hand being led by Huo Siyu, her body unconsciously moving along with his dance.
She finally felt as though she could take a temporary rest.
"There's nothing to worry about,"
Huo Siyu whispered, tightening his grip on Shen Li's hand.
"I just think... Mr. Tianqi really has it tough," Shen Li said unconsciously.
Worrying—for lack of a better word—didn't quite fall within her remit.
The schemes of Huo Zongtao were surely not aimed at her; she would only feel the tailwind of the storm at most.
Right now, she was just reflecting on how truly…
Especially with Bai Xiu's astonished expression—it wouldn't be surprising if Bai Xiu said she wasn't fond of Huo Tianqi.
