Upon seeing Lin Xu's swollen lips, Ji Tingyang's eyes shifted from a serene calm to an icy and predatory chill, with tumultuous waves brewing deep within his gaze as his grip on her wrist suddenly tightened.
He didn't need to guess; Ji Tingyang already knew whom she had met with that day.
"What, what's wrong?" Lin Xu's wrist hurt so much that she hissed in pain.
Ji Tingyang's aura grew heavy as he wanted to expose her lies.
He wanted to see her panic and then apologize to him, promising she would never meet Xie Changyan again…
His lips parted slightly, the words he wanted to say revolving in his throat, over and over. Although he knew he should call her out, when he saw Lin Xu's clear and pure eyes brimming with a smile, curving like a crescent moon, he swallowed back the words that reached his throat.
He adjusted his breathing, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the gloom in his eyes had slowly retracted.
