"It's nothing," Ling Tianyu shook his head in response, some things are better left unsaid, after all, they had nothing to do with women.
Seeing that he was not talking, Duan Yanran knew he didn't want to talk. There was no helping it; there were many things he would keep to himself.
"Just do what you need to do, don't worry about home," Duan Yanran said with eyes full of tender affection. Although she didn't want to say much, she felt his mood was not very good and decided to say a few words to comfort him.
"Go handle your work," Ling Tianyu said, comforted by this very simple consolation. He didn't need to worry about home, but his current situation was a dilemma.
If he went forward, there was a great chance of death; if he retreated, the likelihood of death was even greater, just at a later time.
