Under the sunlight, his silhouette was slender and tall. For some reason, Chen Zhi found his figure to seem incredibly forlorn.
His heart was unhappy, she could feel it.
That was the first time she noticed An Yichen's troubles, and from then on, her gaze involuntarily fell upon him.
She was also always able to discern his mood accurately.
After a separation of five years, she thought she had become a stranger to him, but she could still see through his heart with ease.
An Yichen, were you grieving just now?
Why grieve?
Is it because I hurt your heart? Do you still hold me in your heart?
Chen Zhi kept asking herself, feeling sad, yet her face showed no expression.
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Chen Zhi did not even realize when the car had arrived at the villa.
All she knew was that she was dragged upstairs by Si Ye, stumbling along the way, her knees banging against the steps several times, swelling up red.
