Yu Chiyin's deep voice was clear in her ears, and his gaze fell on her face, vaguely tender.
Lu Fengxuan was taken aback and subconsciously asked, "Then what is your bottom line?"
She shifted slightly to the side and looked up at him, waiting earnestly for his response.
Yu Chiyin seemed reluctant to answer, his gaze retracted, and his strikingly chiseled face turned towards the car window.
His hand rested on his thigh, with his right hand unconsciously caressing the wedding ring on the ring finger of his left hand; his movements were very gentle.
Seeing his action, Lu Fengxuan felt as if something had suddenly struck her chest.
She murmured, "…Is it me?"
The tenderness in Yu Chiyin's hands paused for a moment, his side profile was cold and hard, and if one didn't look closely, one wouldn't notice his ears reddening at that moment.
Silence, sometimes, implied consent.
His tolerance toward the Lu Family naturally had its limits, which were her and only her.
