He drew a hot tub of water after they got home and took out her night robe.
"Yan Yan, you should go take a bath. You should be careful not to catch a cold after being drenched in the rain," he said in concern. His worry was reflected in his eyes because he knew that Yan Yan didn't normally behave like this. He didn't know what had happened to her and since she wasn't willing to share, he couldn't force her to spill either.
He Xiyan's eyes were half-closed and she pressed her lips into a bitter smile.
She took the clothes that Jiahang gave her and her eyes that had been staring blankly ahead slowly regained their focus as she looked at this man who she had been living with for the past three years. This man used to be a fool who only had eyes for her.
"Thank you, Jiahang," she suddenly said.
Chen Jiahang froze for a moment because her words seemingly came out of nowhere. He gently patted her shoulder and wiped the raindrops from her face.
