Her complexion was very poor, she was naturally pale, but now she looked sickly white. Her eyes were tinged with a greenish hue from fatigue, and her radiant aura and sharp edges had lost their luster.
She was just a twenty-year-old girl, yet her personality and mindset were as stubborn as they were stinky. She didn't need anyone to comfort her with platitudes in any form.
Jiang Ruan came back to her senses.
She glanced at the man who had just walked in from outside, lifted her eyelids slightly, and moistened her slightly hoarse throat: "What are you here for?"
Lu Yiyu walked over, picked up an apple from the table and took a bite, scattering his words carelessly: "Just checking on your pathetic state."
Jiang Ruan obviously didn't care.
With calmness in her eyes and clarity in her heart, she knew that Lu Yiyu was trying to alleviate her inner distress in his own way.
She moved.
