When Jiang Xuecheng found the ice pack and returned upstairs, he saw that Su Wan was indeed sitting obediently on the chair.
However, she seemed lonely and dejected, looking extremely fragile.
Jiang Xuecheng sighed in his heart. He knew that Lin Xuan was an important existence to Su Wan, and he hoped that Su Wan could overcome this hurdle as soon as possible.
Jiang Xuecheng walked over quickly. He waved the ice bag in his hand, signaling for Su Wan to cooperate.
Su Wan pursed her lips and closed her eyes quietly. Her long and thin eyelashes had long been wet from her tears. They trembled like flowers fluttering in the wind.
Only now did Jiang Xuecheng believe that women were made of water. Once they started to cry, it really was an endless stream that would flood an entire room.
Jiang Xuecheng hated women crying the most, but Su Wan was an exception.
