第一千一百七十一章 离去（2 / 2）

easonableestimate.“

    LiNingcouldn‘thelpbutlaughagain,thistimeattheabsurdityofitall.Whomeasuredasmileusingmathematicalformulas?XuéSānseemedcompletelyserious,though,hiseyesshiningwithanunsettlingintensity.

    “Exactly,“hesaid,hisvoicedrippingwithauthority.“Tencentimetersisaperfectlyreasonableestimate.“

    LiNingshookherhead,stillchuckling.ShehadnoideawhatkindofgameXuéSānwasplaying,butshewasdeterminedtoenjoytheride.

    Astheycontinuedtodiscussthefinerpointsofmeasurementandestimation,LiNingcouldn‘thelpbutfeelasenseofexcitementbuildinginsideher.Whoknewthattalkingaboutsmilescouldbesothrilling?Andyet...therewassomethingmoreatplayhere,somethingthatwentbeyondmerewordsandnumbers.

    Somethingthatspoketoherverysoul.

    XuéSān‘seyeslockedontohers,hisgazepiercingthroughtheveilofherdoubts.“Yousee,LiNing,“hesaid,hisvoicelowandhusky,“thekeyisnotinthemeasurementitself,butinthemeaningbehindit.“

    LiNingfeltashiverrundownherspineasXuéSān‘swordshungintheairlikeachallenge.Whatdidhemeanbythat?Andwhatlayhiddenbeneaththesurfaceofthisseeminglyinnocuousconversation?

    ThequestionechoedthroughhermindasLiNingturnedawayfromXuéSān,hereyesdriftingoutintothedistance.Shehadnoideawhatwasabouttounfold,butsheknewonethingforcertain-nothingwouldeverbethesameagain.