Wen Xinya brought a bowl of dang-gui soup for blood nourishment into the study room. Si Yiyan was on the phone, speaking in E-language. That indescribably charming face now looked much clearer and actually even seemed slightly hardy. His facial features looked like they were carved by knives, his nose as high as a mountain, looking all aesthetic like a sculpture. His deep eyes glowed dully, yet had an unraveled pride.
The finger joints could clearly be seen as his fingers rested elegantly on the computer, typing on it from time to time, producing a crisp sound which was actually an additional clattering menace.
Seeing that she came over, Si Yiyan hung up the phone after a few more words.
"Did anything happen?" Wen Xinya asked softly. He was wearing a light-ash blouse—that kind of ash color was like ink dissolved in water, filled with poetic elegance, already rid of the harsh menace just now.
