When Gong Lingtuo mentioned the will he made before his surgery, Jia Xuan suddenly froze. That word was a thorn that could brutally stab her with pain.
She wanted to know—ever since she learned he'd been injured and needed surgery, she'd desperately wanted to know what he had written in that will—but she didn't dare ask, just like she badly wanted to look at his scars yet was utterly terrified to do so.
Because all of these things would make her hurt so much she'd wish she were dead.
She pressed her lips together and didn't speak for a long time.
Gong Lingtuo didn't say anything more either. He just quietly watched her, watched how she still felt heartache and sorrow because of him. It made him ache for her, and it warmed him.
After half a moment, he turned and walked toward the castle. The girl's reaction was clear; he didn't need to say anything else—silence spoke louder than words.
