"Hmm." With a smile on his face, Yan Beicheng lay on the bed with Lin Chu in his embrace.
His long fingers gently pushed her hair behind her ear.
Lin Chu listened intently to his heartbeat, the calm tempo making her feel at ease.
After a moment's hesitation, she asked, "Yan Beicheng, could you…tell me about your mom? You seem unwilling to talk about her because every time she's mentioned, your mood immediately sours. You both…"
Lin Chu released a heavy breath and asked through gritted teeth, "What happened exactly?"
Yan Beicheng's hand that was running through her hair paused slightly before it pushed her hair behind her ear one last time. Lightly, his palm fell against her waist. "Her?"
Yan Beicheng scoffed coldly. "I have nothing to say about her."
Even if she knew that the dislike was not directed at her, Lin Chu still felt unhappy.
She stayed quiet for a moment before releasing herself from his embrace without saying a word.
