Li Xueyue brushed past Yu Zhen, steadily watching him the entire walk towards the carriage.
Yu Zhen was furious. His anger could not be expressed with words, but it heavily reflected in his eyes. He fed his frustration to his inner demons, but Li Xueyue knew, one day he would snap. And all hell would let loose.
Li Xueyue did not spare Wen Jinkai a final glance for she couldn't tear her eyes away from Yu Zhen. What was he thinking? What occupied his mind? What was he currently feeling on the inside?
She admired his ability to remain aloof even in the most frustrating moment, but she couldn't help but fear the day he would unleash his wrath. And perhaps today could be that day.
Despite the Duchess's firm grip of her wrist, Li Xueyue resisted, even if it was for a brief moment.
