At this moment, Chi Xiaoyu looked up at Yeh Cangqiong, and from his eyes, she saw his deeply hidden worry.
He probably hadn't slept all night, looking exhausted and disheveled.
The suit and shirt he wore were torn by branches, dirty, and his shoes were so filthy they lost their original color.
On his handsome face, scars marked his left cheek, and his hair was a mess, completely out of image.
As the President, for him to be in such disarray meant that he had been tirelessly searching for her all day and night.
He really loved her, really cared about her.
Why did she foolishly choose to hide from him?
Chi Xiaoyu's heart sank.
She suddenly felt she had been too reckless; if she had sought him out and asked clearly, there wouldn't have been any opportunity for Bai Luowei.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
His deep eyes gazed at her, his voice tense as he asked, the love and care evident.
