Wen Nuan leaned against the wall with her eyes slightly closed, her long, silky hair falling to obscure her delicate cheeks. Her phone was clutched tightly in her hand, the knuckles turning pale, as if all her strength was concentrated there.
Footsteps passed by her, and thinking it was just someone passing, she paid no attention. However, as soon as she felt a hand approaching her hair, she opened her eyes abruptly, feeling a sudden panic when she saw who it was.
She wasn't accustomed to being too close to Leng Ye, and the feeling weighed heavily on her chest, causing her discomfort.
"Whose call was it? Why so unhappy?" Leng Ye gently raised his hand, and as Wen Nuan tried to retreat, he had already brushed aside her hair hang over her face, his eyes showing a hint of gentleness. "You've been inside for so long, everyone is worried about you."
The panic in Wen Nuan's eyes was something Leng Ye noticed, stirring a protective instinct within him.
