Yu Xiang's violet eyes tracked Zhao Chen's retreating figure as he stormed away from the wedding platform, with that usual anger in his eyes that didn't take more than a few days for her to learn to read.
"Chen, wait!" she called out, her voice pitched perfectly to carry the right note of concern as she hurried after him through the dispersing crowd.
He didn't slow down, pushing past confused wedding guests with barely restrained violence.
His spiritual energy fluctuated wildly around him—the telltale sign of someone whose cultivation base was still unstable from recent trauma.
'Pathetic,' she thought, even as she maintained her facade of worried devotion. 'Even now, he can't control himself.'
She caught up to him at the edge of the ceremonial grounds, where fewer people gathered and their conversation wouldn't draw unwanted attention.
Her hand reached out to touch his arm, but he yanked away before she could make contact.
