Yin Qianze opened the car door, rushed over, and squatted down to lift her from the ground.
"Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
Xiyan looked at him, her lips moved, "Qianze..."
How... could it be you.
Yin Qianze's voice was as gentle as ever, "What's wrong? Can you tell me?"
"Nothing." Xiyan snapped back to reality, trying hard to muster a smile.
She wasn't the kind of girl who would cry over anything to anyone.
The most fragile side of her, she reserved only for those closest to her.
To outsiders, she always showed strength.
Yin Qianze looked at this girl, pretending to be strong in front of him, with a complex gaze.
How could she be alright looking like this?
There must be something wrong.
She just didn't want to tell him, didn't want to let down her guard.
He lowered his eyes, reaching out to ruffle Xiyan's hair.
Xiyan asked, "By the way, is your health better now?"
The past few days, it seemed like she hadn't seen Qianze much.
