She groaned softly, a faint sound, but Shen Jinci immediately noticed and anxiously looked at Bian Yue, whispering, "What's wrong?"
Bian Yue frowned, her complexion slightly pale, and said, "My leg is cramping a bit, it hurts."
Her voice was one of restrained endurance, but Shen Jinci squatted down, holding Bian Yue's calf, and gently whispered, "Does this feel any better?"
He was heartbroken, and also extremely careful.
In these days, he had always treated Bian Yue this way.
Thankfully it wasn't uncommon, as Li Sihe had seen it all before these past days; the initial shock had lessened, so his expression remained relatively calm.
But deep inside, he couldn't suppress it; a storm had long since been brewing.
He was silent for a long time before finally tidying up the tableware in front of him and turning to leave.
