Lin Yan's heart was clenched in pain, yet her face bore a smile as she said, "Is there anything else you need to be honest about? I think my endurance is not too bad."
Lu Chenyuan gazed down at her.
He lifted his hand, drew her head close, their foreheads touching, and said gently, "There's nothing I'm hiding. You should get back and rest early, don't catch a cold."
Lin Yan's heart ached so much that it made breathing difficult. Why was it so hard for Lu Chenyuan to be honest with her? What unspeakable secrets did he have that he didn't want her to know?
Lu Chenyuan's hand gently touched her face, cold as ice.
Lin Yan, sulking, walked ahead. At the shoe rack by the door, she saw a pair of Nike shoes.
Lin Yan looked at Lu Chenyuan; he never wore sports shoes, and it was even less likely for Lin Guoping to buy Nike shoes.
Lu Chenyuan's gaze also fell on the Nike shoes. "Do we have a guest at home?"
Lin Yan was baffled, "I don't know, nobody told me."
