Was she waiting for him?
In his heart, there was some touched feeling, but even more warmth.
Lin Xinlan seemed very tired, asleep against the back of the chair, her head dipping little by little, looking endearingly simple and somewhat adorable.
The man gazed at her with a tender look, indulgently curving his lips upward.
He slipped off his suit jacket and gently covered her body with it, intending to pick her up.
Lin Xinlan was in a light slumber; as soon as he touched her, she opened her eyes.
Realizing his intention, she hurriedly pushed him away, "No, your injury hasn't healed yet, don't carry me."
The man's movements paused, and his glossy black eyes fixed on her steadily.
Lin Xinlan had just awakened, still in a daze, her mind not fully clear.
She hadn't even realized that she was instinctively concerned for his health.
Sometimes, natural reactions can truly reflect what's in a person's heart.
Seeing him staring at her, she asked with confusion, "What's wrong?"
