Lin Yue cast a sympathetic glance at Zhuo Yixin. She now felt that Zhuo Xiangqiao was continuously refreshing her understanding of his thick-skinned nature. That day, Zhuo Yixin felt so exhausted that she ate much less than usual, and every time she saw Zhuo Xiangqiao, she would look at him with her pitiful, teary eyes, but it was as if he hadn't seen her at all, decisively ignoring her gaze.
That night, in Zhuo Xiangqiao's room, he hugged the person in his arms, thinking that tomorrow morning, according to Lin Jinfang's personality, he would surely come early to take Lin Yue away. Zhuo Xiangqiao's heart began to sink.
Thinking that from tomorrow onwards he won't be able to see her anymore, Zhuo Xiangqiao's mood worsened. Then, the hand around Lin Yue's waist subconsciously tightened.
Lin Yue, who was already drowsy and about to fall asleep, became a bit more alert due to Zhuo Xiangqiao's movement.
