Xin Xiaozhen stood up. She lifted her eyes and saw the man walking toward her from across the room—cold, hostile, and full of dread. Her body tensed slightly, and she felt a faint, aching pain in her eyes.
She already knew. He was Yu Chenxi. He absolutely was. Otherwise, he wouldn't avoid talking to her or double back again. He didn't want that woman to misunderstand.
So it turned out that he cared so much about that woman.
Was it that woman who saved him? His illness was completely gone—was it also because of her? And for that reason, was that why he fell in love with her?
Thinking such things, Xin Xiaozhen felt as though her chest had been fiercely twisted by someone. Her breathing became difficult, like she was about to suffocate.
As Lun Sui approached Xin Xiaozhen, his expression grew darker and colder, eventually freezing over entirely as if it had dropped below zero.
