Leng Yan's heart trembled slightly, had he seen it wrong? In her tone and in her eyes, there was unexpectedly a sense of pity for him...
So resembling someone!
She used to look at him like this when he was hurt. But, much later, she said it wasn't love, it was pity...
He didn't need pity, not at all!
"I'm fine, go to sleep. I'm going to take a shower."
Thinking of that fragile shadow, he straightened his spine, stood up, and walked directly to the bathroom.
In the bright light, Wen Nuan saw his fist clenched at some point, veins pulsing. Her brows furrowed, wanting to comfort him, but the coldness emanating from him made her hesitate to approach.
What on earth had happened, Leng Yan ultimately never told her.
