Han Zheng sensed the disappointment in her words, stood still, and quietly looked at her, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"
Han Zheng stopped, and Yan Luoxi stopped as well. She always felt Han Zheng had professional instincts and a keen sense of perception. In front of him, she seemed transparent; he could easily see through her. "Nothing really."
"Luoxi." Han Zheng gently called her.
Yan Luoxi looked away and continued walking forward. The fierce cold wind blew, and she suddenly felt a bit lonely, not knowing where the grievance in her heart came from. "Maybe it's because I chatted with Sweetie today and felt like my life is dull."
She spent this past year giving birth and raising a child. Every day when she opened her eyes, it was all about how to entertain the little one. If she hadn't visited the studio today and watched Sweetie working, she might have been content with her current situation.
