Lu Yanhe looked at the pale person in his arms, feeling both anger and frustration, yet he couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.
She was only gone for an afternoon, how did she come back in such a state?
It wasn't until this moment that he realized how deathly pale her face was.
His heart ached fiercely, and his eyebrows knitted tightly together.
She's still like this.
Nine years, and even with so many changes, she still hasn't learned to take care of herself.
In fact, the moment she walked in, he noticed something was off about her.
She walked shakily, looking completely drained.
He intentionally said so many infuriating things just to make her admit defeat and soften up.
But he still underestimated her stubbornness, not expecting her to endure such pain without complaint.
If her assistant hadn't discovered that patch of blood, he truly couldn't imagine whether she'd have made it through the meeting.
