His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he scoured the entire house, failing to find her anywhere.
Han Jingnian returned to the bedroom and it wasn't until he arrived at the bedside that he noticed her purse, which had been on the bedside table, was now missing.
So... during this short while he was out, she had left?
Han Jingnian sat down on the edge of the bed, and as his hand casually landed on the bed, his fingertips brushed against a damp spot.
A shudder ran through his body, and after a moment, his gaze shifted slowly towards the bed.
Where he placed his hand, there was a damp stain.
It was exactly where her head had lain... Just like how he suspected, she had indeed been crying...
Somewhat unexpectedly, he was reminded of her tear-streaked face the last time she cried. Her lashes were wet and trembling, her eyes were red, and the tears swirling within them were on the verge of falling, strenuously held back by her sheer will.
