Shangguan Yu, who had been nervous the entire ride, grew even more tense upon hearing his aide's words, his heart racing.
He looked at the luxurious villa outside the car window, sinking once again into struggle and pain.
Coming up to the doorstep, he hesitated.
He was truly afraid of repeating past mistakes, but he really couldn't bear to give up.
His fists clenched and then loosened, then clenched again, his palms not even realizing how much they were sweating.
Wen Xiao'ai, who had taken a little nap on the ride due to the boredom, opened her eyes.
Noticing the car had stopped, she immediately became alert.
Are we there, are we there?
Wen Xiao'ai excitedly sat up, looking around, only to see Shangguan Yu still sitting motionless, his face pale.
"Meow~"
Little troublemaker, what are you doing? Is your stomach hurting? Do you need a shot?
Wen Xiao'ai was somewhat puzzled; Shangguan Yu, who usually talked even more than she did, was so quiet tonight.
