Moreover... Shi Che's dark eyes glanced at Ling Chuxia, and his gaze settled on her face. Her complexion was slightly haggard; though she had applied some makeup, it still couldn't hide her pallor. And her eyes— they were even redder and swollen. What happened?
Shi Che's hand involuntarily reached out, his fingers pinched her chin, gently lifting her face. Her complexion appeared even more clearly before his eyes. His brow furrowed tightly, and his voice deepened, "Chuxia, what happened to your eyes? Have you been crying?"
Shi Che's voice mixed with care and concern, but Ling Chuxia's mind instantly flashed with the word "substitute." She took a fierce two steps back, breaking free from Shi Che's grasp. Her voice was indifferent, "I'm fine, thank you for your concern, President Shi."
Shi Che watched as his hand suddenly found only air, the expression in his dark eyes shifting several times, until, finally, his fingers stiffly clenched and then slowly dropped.
