Wen Linyu kept silent, his focus was entirely on Lu Qingyi who was busily working in her lowered posture. There was a distinctive charm about her when she concentrated in silence.
Why couldn't she just spare a good look at him? Wen Linyu asked himself in his mind countless times.
Lu Qingyi was totally absorbed in her acupuncture work, with each needle precisely inserted at its position swiftly and adeptly.
Wen Linyu tightly clenched his fists, his downward gaze was fixed on Lu Qingyi, his eyes filled with warmth.
In reality, he did not wish for Lu Qingyi to heal his legs, but his words were spoken already, not to fulfill them might add to chances of her ignoring him later on.
At the same time, Wen Linyu was also worrying. If his legs were to heal, then indeed Lu Qingyi may not have any reason left to pay attention to him.
Wen Linyu was confused about his own emotions at that point, his heart was truly filled with distress.
"Xiaoyi…"
