Qiao Xi quickly closed her eyes and pulled the blanket over her to feign sleep.
She could clearly hear the door open, and the footsteps grew increasingly near. A large portion of the mattress beside her dipped, and that familiar fragrance of cold wood subtly wafted in.
It was Huo Xingzhou!
Qiao Xi's eyelashes fluttered slightly, as the bitterness and complexity in her heart fermented.
The wall lamp glowed dimly, and beneath it, the man's face was cold and flawless like jade. He reached out with his warm fingers and gently touched the corners of her eyes.
They were wet.
The man's voice was gentle, "Qiao Xi, I know you are awake."
Qiao Xi, caught in her act, slowly opened her eyes to meet Huo Xingzhou's deep and undisturbed gaze.
Her eyes were red and swollen, like walnuts, filled with accusation and grievance.
"Are you unhappy?" he asked.
Qiao Xi stubbornly shook her head, "I'm not unhappy. It's getting late, Mr. Huo, you should go back and rest."
