Duan Xingzhi might not have expected to see her here either.
Their eyes met, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.
Duan Xingzhi took a quiet breath, then forcibly moved his gaze away, past the man beside her, and stepped into the restaurant.
Bai Zhi's small face had turned so pale that it showed no trace of blood, her palms quietly clenched into fists.
Chen Baiying noticed something seemed wrong with her and asked, "Bai Zhi, what's wrong?"
"Huh? I'm fine."
"You look a bit off, is it too cold? Let's go inside."
Bai Zhi suddenly felt an urge to run away, to leave this place.
Actually, she could treat him as a stranger, walk in casually as if nothing happened, but for some reason, she just wanted to leave, to avoid this man's gaze.
But she was already here, and with Chen Baiying, she had no choice but to follow him in.
