"I'm going to wait for Yanan to tell me himself."
Lin Zhenxin's fingers were cold, and Xiang Xiaokui even sensitively noticed that she was slightly trembling.
Even though she hid it well on the surface, her body's true reactions couldn't deceive anyone.
"If he doesn't want to bring it up, I won't ask. If he wants to tell me, then I'm the best listener."
Lin Zhenxin smiled slightly and continued using a cotton pad to wipe the other half of her face.
Time passed, and finally, Xiang Xiaokui nodded, placing the casual clothes she had brought aside before turning and leaving the lounge.
The moment the door closed.
In the mirror, Lin Zhenxin's smiling face faded considerably until the smile eventually disappeared.
There was a moment of confusion in her eyes, and her actions stalled.
Her expression gradually mixed with a hint of vulnerability, even the hand holding the cotton pad was trembling.
Staring at her somewhat pale face in the mirror…
