Pei Ziheng was startled. Could it be that she was concerned about him?
On second thought, he felt that he was overthinking. With Xiao Ling's temper, she was probably spoiled, and the reason for her unhappiness was purely because she was not appeased in time. He shifted his gaze from her to the crisscrossed red line on the altar. After her death, with a doubtful mentality, he hired someone to construct this altar to direct her spirit here, hoping that she would come back to him this way.
When he missed her, Pei Ziheng would come to sit here. He had countless thoughts about how he would gladly endure her tantrums as long as she came back.
However, when she really looked at him, he only felt desolation.
"Say something!" Xia Ling was furious. "Do you know how long I have been searching for you?!"
"Do you still care about me?" There was a hint of bitterness in his voice, and also hopefulness that was hard to detect.
