Yue Tingfeng realized that something was wrong. "I'll go and take a look."
Yue Tingfeng ran quickly and caught up with Yan Qingsi in the courtyard. He caught her arm. "Qingsi, what's wrong?"
Yan Qingsi's hair covered her face. She worked hard to pull free of Yue Tingfeng's hand. "I still…have some business. It's urgent, I'll go first…"
She tried to make her voice sound stable, but she could not control its tremble.
Yue Tingfeng held on more tightly. "No, something is wrong. Tell me, are you okay? You…"
Yue Tingfeng felt something cool on his hand. He looked down and saw a drop of water on the back of his hand. He paused, then reached to brush the hair on Yan Qingsi's face back hurriedly. Although she avoided it swiftly, Yue Tingfeng managed to brush back part of her hair and below it, he saw her face full of tears.
The single drop of tear on the back of his hand felt scorching hot all of a sudden.
