"I'm not here to say thank you. I want to say that you look much better when you smile. Keeping a zombie face all day isn't good." Han Yan said earnestly, but the softness in her eyes couldn't be concealed.
"Uh..." Qian Ji was taken aback.
"Also, it's better to say what's on your mind rather than bottling it up. Being a closet brooder is even worse." Han Yan continued with a smile in her eyes.
In fact, she'd wanted to say these things to Qian Ji many times in her previous life, but never found the opportunity. Since she was saying it today, she decided to spill it all out at once.
Perhaps Qian Ji's injuries had worsened, as cold sweat poured down his forehead like a waterfall. He suddenly turned around and strode out, looking as if he was fleeing in panic.
However, his habitually tense face gradually relaxed, revealing a light-hearted smile.
Watching him flee in panic, Huayue and the others shared a knowing smile.
