Yu Zhi hesitated for a moment, her tone subtly probing, "What do you think of the Prince of Divine Thief?"
"Her?" Shi Weiqing chuckled softly, stopped walking, and leaned forward slightly. "Whatever she does, she's always the best in my heart."
He gazed into her eyes, his own filled with tender affection, as if confessing his feelings to her.
Yu Zhi's pale ears turned a delicate shade of red as she pursed her lips. "Why?"
"Because it's her." Shi Weiqing gently stroked her soft, jet-black strands of hair.
Whether it was his gaze or his tone, it made Yu Zhi reflexively imagine a certain possibility.
She lowered her head slightly, her voice trembling, "When did you find out?"
Since they were already speaking openly, Shi Weiqing had no intention of hiding anything: "The day Zhizhi came to take the plum blossom."
He used the word "take," not "steal" or "snatch."
