Having exited the grand entrance of the hotel, Gu Chen bent down to look at the dazed Shen Xian.
"Are you all right, Shen Xian?"
His voice was as tender as the bright moon above, faintly spreading through the cold winter night.
Shen Xian had no clue what state she was in at that moment. Hearing Gu Chen's inquiry, she lifted her head to respond:
"I'm fine, I'm fine."
As an observer, Gu Chen saw her tearful and misty eyes, and her body was trembling slightly, whether from the cold or some psychological problem, her voice as frail as dead leaves rustling in the wind.
"I'll take you home."
He said softly and took Shen Xian's hand.
The hotel valet had already brought his car around.
Gu Chen took the car keys and helped Shen Xian into the vehicle.
"Mr. Gu, we can't go yet, the year-end party isn't over."
In her subconscious, Shen Xian stubbornly remembered what was important about today.
