When she rescued Xiao Guang, there was clearly blood on Xiao Guang's body which was hers. Was she seriously injured, where was the injury, was there still a problem now, was she in pain?
He wanted to ask countless questions. He wanted to know everything but in the end, he just sat her and did not speak a word once.
Yan Huan did not come out at night. Other than a trip to the bathroom where she walked out light as a feather and closed the door, then she would come out in a while and walk into her bedroom. She did not even glance at the old couch once.
She knew he was still there.
He knew that she knew he was there.
However, it did not matter. Yan Huan would not let him get close and he was also afraid to approach.
Once she closed the door, Yan Huan touched her face, and then laughed miserably.
