She had angered him countless times before, he would get mad, mock her, and turn icy, but it had never been like this, calm and unfamiliar.
Ning Xia felt a sense of unease creep up from the depths of her heart, as if something was quietly slipping away, yet she was unable to grasp it.
She tried hard to steady her mind, not allowing herself to indulge in wild thoughts.
Swallowing nervously, she replied in a low voice, "No… I just wanted to see how your wound is doing. Is it serious?"
"Have you seen it then?" Bo Siyan's voice was so cold it bordered on chilly, exuding an alienating distance as if keeping people a thousand miles away.
Even though he had risked his life for her just before, willing to give it up to rescue her from the bandits, why had he suddenly become so indifferent?
That indifference was like an invisible arrow, piercing harshly into Ning Xia's heart.
