Feeling a subtle shift beside him, Han Jingnian, who was having a conversation with Zhang Te, immediately turned his head towards Xia Wan'an: "What's wrong?"
As he spoke, he took Xia Wan'an's hand into his own: "Did it burn you?"
Xia Wan'an shook her head: "The water isn't hot anymore..."
Han Jingnian remained silent. But he took a handkerchief from his pocket, and carefully dried the water droplets on the back of her hand.
Xia Wan'an let Han Jingnian wipe her hand. She stared at him for a moment, then hesitantly turned to glance in Chi Mu's direction.
The arrogance on Chi Mu's face had long since disappeared, and her eyes revealed obvious traces of suppressed jealousy and resentment.
Towards this reaction, Xia Wan'an curved her lips into a harmless sweet smile.
Observing Xia Wan'an's smile made Chi Mu's expression even more rigid. From the perfectly drawn brows, resentment flickered in her eyes.
