Gu Lingling lowered her head, kicking at the dried grass on the ground with her toes, as if determined to vent her frustration on it.
She didn't say a word.
Yang Yunhai also remained silent.
'Scrape, scrape, scrape'—Gu Lingling's foot never stopped moving, although her head was lowered, her eyes kept darting around.
Yang Yunhai inexplicably called her out here and then went silent—what on earth was he trying to do?
Was it possible he had some secret he couldn't share?
Or did he want her to talk to He Yue again on his behalf?
Yang Yunhai sat there with a sullen face, eyes fixed on the girl who was taking out her frustration on the grass.
He felt a simmering anger inside, though he didn't know why.
He just wanted to call her out.
But now that she was right in front of him, he had no idea what to say.
The autumn sunlight fell on both of them, yet it didn't feel warm—rather, it was a bit chilly.
Gu Lingling felt like she had overestimated her resilience.
