Deal with it? What will he do?
Jiang Ruolan couldn't endure her dizziness anymore. She quatted slowly and was sent home by Xian Zihao.
When she woke up, it was already past 1 in the morning. Jiang Ruolan opened her eyes and was met with Jiang Yijun's unreadable gaze. The gaze that seemed to be able to see through her.
"You're awake?" He removed the cold towel from her forehead and rubbed her swollen face gently.
Jiang Ruolan wanted to talk but found that she was too tired to say anything.
The past that he could not let go, howled back into his life after seven years of separation. The bitter and painstaking farewell she spent for seven years, were all still rooted in her life.
"The man who sent you back didn't say anything. He just said you were drunk." Jiang Yijun rubbed his neck anxiously.
She saw the overflowing fear under his calm expression.
Yes, fear.
