Of course, Chi Huan wasn't walking towards him. In fact, she didn't even glance his way.
She walked up to Youran.
Underneath her long hair, her face still bore the windswept tracks of dried tears, her eyes may have been red once but had now faded back to black and white, lending her pupils a helpless, cool clarity.
Chi Huan paused, then lifted her equally cool hand to caress Youran's face, "Youran, what's wrong?"
Ning Youran gripped her hand back, managing a smile without any joy and said softly, "It's nothing, Huanhuan. Did you come looking for Mo Shiqian?"
Maybe it was the intensity of the gaze that fell on her, but she still subconsciously looked over and met the handsome and cold face of the man who was watching her, unmasked and unabashed.
Chi Huan quickly averted her gaze, "No, Mrs. Mo said you had a fight with President Tang and asked me to come and see."
