Ye Yiheng slightly turned his head, covering his mouth with a fist as he coughed once.
"Your Highness doesn't wish to speak?" Leng Yu Yan bent down, her pale pink fingertips slowly removing his eye veil, her beautiful eyes meeting his.
She wanted to see if there were any hints in his gaze.
However, his eyes were like a still, ancient well, deep and inscrutable, giving no clue to his thoughts at that moment, let alone letting her know how she looked in the water at the time.
Having coughed just now, he couldn't stop coughing after her gaze fixed upon him.
Leng Yu Yan quickly patted his back to help him breathe smoothly, "If Your Highness does not wish to speak, then don't."
Ye Yiheng held one hand to his mouth and gripped the edge of the tub with the other, his voice husky, "It's not that I don't wish to say, I just can't describe it well."
How could he put that sort of thing into words?
