"Huh?" Xia Wan'an was left momentarily bewildered by Han Jingnian's question, then after a while, she moved her lips again: "It's not like it's a big deal…"
Han Jingnian's eyes were chilled like they were covered in a sheet of ice, and his voice was filled with frostiness and anger, "Why didn't you call me?"
Startled by Han Jingnian's sudden change of face, Xia Wan'an instinctively shivered and stepped back slightly, away from his grip.
Xia Wan'an tucked her lips, and then said with a voice that was far less cheerful and more reserved than just now, "You, you were in America…"
Han Jingnian did not speak. He stared intensely at Xia Wan'an's sprained ankle.
He didn't know if he was angry at her or at himself. His lips were tightly closed.
The atmosphere in the room had clearly grown tense. As Xia Wan'an wondered if she should speak up, Han Jingnian suddenly stood and swooped her into his arms.
