"You don't know." He repeats quiet, his hand rising to catch Huaisang's chin and tilt his head to look directly into his eyes.

"How do you not know? It was either accidental or deliberate, Nie Huaisang. So tell me which it is. Because you can't not know. " And maybe he's even more curious after everything he's heard from his sister.

Who had been talking about the photographer and introducing them for a while now.