In the silent atmosphere, An Li seemed to hear her own heartbeat.
After what felt like an eternity, An Li's raspy voice finally asked, "Fan Yue... will he be okay?"
Wen Linyu turned his head, looking at her with a complex expression that An Li couldn't decipher.
Wen Linyu didn't speak immediately, but after a moment, he shook his head: "He should be fine, don't worry."
Only then did An Li speak: "Am I not very likable? I don't know why, but people and things associated with me always seem to have mishaps. If I had known, I would have..."
Wen Linyu interrupted her unfinished sentence: "Don't talk nonsense, this has nothing to do with you."
An Li indeed stayed silent, just staring blankly at him.
After a moment, Wen Linyu finally asked the question that had been pressing on his heart.
He said, "Between you and your aunt... is everything alright?"
Mentioning An Yeqiu, An Li finally lowered her lashes and stopped looking at him.
