Xiang Wan masked her feelings and patted her sleeves, "I'm not unhappy; I'm just worried my dad misses me and can't see me. I can only go to him..."
Her expression of longing was so light as a breeze, so cautious and delicate.
Her father's death was like a thorn lodged in both her and Zuo Xingyun's hearts, indistinct in right and wrong, and incredibly sensitive.
Zuo Xingyun didn't respond, as expected.
Xiang Wan changed the subject, "Aren't you very busy? Why go out of your way to come here?"
Zuo Xingyun didn't answer but raised his hand to gently ruffle her hair, "I'm leaving."
He didn't stay long before quickly driving away, vanishing from Xiang Wan's sight, as if he had not come with an agenda.
Aunt Zhang, not knowing when she'd appeared behind her, murmured, "The Second Young Master, no matter how busy he is, always finds time to come see you, ah... If it weren't for that accident, how good it would have been."
