He stood there, recalling the events of those two days in Xinning. But this time, the more he thought about it, the more heartbroken and fearful he became, until he could no longer hold on and slumped onto the table.
Ou Mucen was startled by his state, quickly getting up from his chair and walking over, "Are you okay?"
Lin Yebai's face was completely devoid of color, his lips were frighteningly pale: "I'm fine, I… let me have a moment alone, you should go back now…"
It was as though he squeezed the words out from between his teeth, and after speaking, he resembled a puppet, dropping the pen in his hand, then step by step, dragging his heavy feet towards the attic.
Ou Mucen noticed from under the grape trellis, suddenly realizing something, his pupils contracted, and his expression turned very solemn and angry.
How could it be like this?
How could she treat him this way?
