"You're sick? What illness?"
Qin Zhao feigned surprise as he spoke.
"It's nothing, just the recent drop in temperature. I caught a bit of a cold, and I don't want to pass it on to you."
Chu Yan let go of Qin Zhao, his aura seeming somewhat low.
Qin Zhao took off his shoes and coat, intending to return to his room, but then he noticed his clothing was being tugged on.
He saw those red tear duct marks shining against his pale skin, which only accentuated their vivid redness, curiously creating a sense of broken beauty.
"Won't you just ignore him, please?"
His long, thick eyelashes trembled as Chu Yan looked up at her.
That cautious demeanor could make one feel heart-wrenching, prompting Qin Zhao to blurt out, "Okay."
Right after feeling pity, Chu Yan pulled her over to the sofa.
He sat there with his legs crossed, his aura dangerous, "Now you better explain quickly, what did you do today? Why did you have to meet?
If you don't explain clearly,"
