Her hand touched his face, the warmth of his skin made her feel somewhat dazed.
Wen Mulan's body stiffened slightly, then the shock in his eyes turned into joy.
Does this mean that Mianmian feels for him...
Lu Mianmian felt the warmth in the palm of her hand; when had she become accustomed to his presence?
The original wandering anxiety and repressed pain could be relieved and vented after seeing him.
His presence, it seemed, had become more and more important to her.
If she hadn't experienced her aunt's ordeal, she surely would have fallen in love with him, but her aunt...
Her aunt?!
Lu Mianmian's gaze suddenly became clear, and the hand that was touching Wen Mulan's cheek was abruptly withdrawn.
"I'm... I'm sorry, I was rude just now," Lu Mianmian mumbled, her voice still nasal from her previous crying.
