Xu Zhenyu did not expect to see Wen Xinya in this cold prison. At that moment, his heart, which had been consumed by self-blame and regret, suddenly came to life. He could clearly feel his strong and excited heartbeat and the joy of hearing his blood flowing wildly in his body.
She was wearing casual clothes and did not expose her chest. She did not have heavy makeup on her face either. This was the first time he had seen him so clean and simple. It was as if he had washed away all the lead and only had the original pureness and innocence left.
"You've lost weight." Xu Zhenyu felt an itch in his throat.
His face was thin and sunken, his skin was pale and his facial features were dull and lifeless. He seemed to be much thinner than before, like an old man who was about to die.
Wen Xinya merely looked at him and held back her emotions, not saying a word.
