Silence spread between the two, and Wei Anning's heart grew colder and colder. His silence had already made his attitude clear, and she really wanted to cry. Why was it so hard? What kind of spell had Wei Anjing cast on him that made him unwilling to trust her again?
She wanted to tell him that she was not Wei Anjing, truly not, but would he believe her? Saying it out loud would only make him think she was lying again.
"Yes, doubting you is easier than trusting you,"
The man's straightforwardness was somewhat hurtful, and even the expert couldn't bear to watch. He cleared his throat and said, "Third Young Master, the Third Young Lady's leg is recovering well. The cast can be removed in another week."
Wei Anning turned her face away, feeling a stinging pain in her eyes as tears almost spilled out. She tilted her head back slightly, allowing the tears to reverse back into her heart. She wouldn't give up. If Leng Youchen didn't trust her, she would work hard until he did.
