"I'm fine, just want to be alone for a while."
Yuanbao looked out the window, replying without any expression, leaving Ye Rong completely puzzled, "Are you actually sick or not?"
Yuanbao leaned his head against the back of the chair, closed his eyes, seemingly tired and unwilling to say more.
Ye Rong stood up, reached out, and touched his forehead.
Yuanbao: "What are you doing?"
Ye Rong looked at him with concern, "Could it be that there's really something wrong with your mind?"
Not hearing from Yuanbao, he frowned and asked, "Or did something shock you?"
Without needing a mirror, Yuanbao knew he hadn't been in a good state recently. He sighed, "If Miss Ye truly came to see me, please ask Third Young Master Ye to let her know that I'm unable to receive visitors."
"Hey!" Ye Rong's frown deepened, "You're really not pretending?"
Yuanbao's response was still silence, and the room fell into an unusual quiet once more.
Ye Rong, helpless, got up and pushed the door open to leave.
