The man's black eyes were filled with boundless anger, but when they met Jiang Ruan's disheveled face in the bed, they suddenly froze.
The fury dissipated instantly.
Bao Ye's dark eyes flickered, as if unsure whether he was seeing her due to being drunk and hallucinating, or if she had actually come back. Bao Ye didn't speak for several minutes.
It wasn't until Jiang Ruan pulled the scattered quilt back that Bao Ye inadvertently saw the good figure covered by a white camisole, provoking a roll of his throat.
He withdrew his hand, stood beside the bed, and asked in a low voice, "When did you come back?"
"..."
Jiang Ruan ignored him.
The room was quiet.
Seeing her unusually quiet, almost strangely so, Bao Ye frowned but still remained patient.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
The man's low, magnetic voice reached her ears, and if one listened carefully, they could hear a hint of coaxing.
