Shen Yuting's body stiffened slightly.
Jiang Liu clearly felt it. His expression tightened, thinking he guessed right. He hooked her chin, making her meet his gaze, and repeated his question with concern: "Is Wen Ran's illness getting worse, is that why you're sad?"
Staring into Jiang Liu's narrow, deep eyes, Shen Yuting inevitably saw the resemblance to Mo Xiuchen's face — a bit more angular, carved like a stunning sculpture — surface in her mind.
In the past few months, she had tried to forget him, attempting to transfer her feelings to Jiang Liu. But why, upon hearing that piece of news, did her heart feel as if it had been emptied?
She hadn't let go of him after all. In these months, she had only been deceiving herself.
Even when with Jiang Liu, the one she thought of was someone else. Even during their intimate moments, the handsome face that appeared in her mind was his.
"Yuting?"
Jiang Liu called her name with concern, his eyes locking onto hers.
