But now...
He's so worried, he could die from it, probably wishing he could rush up and take Nangong Yaoling's place in caring for her.
Yet he has to pretend like it's no big deal.
His disguise and pretense feel like he's rubbing salt into her wound.
Nangong Zhongli is dying from hatred inside. But he only bears the pain, looking at Liang Shaochen.
One hand grabs his arm.
He speaks, "Shaochen, no matter what, Xiaonuan is still my sister-in-law. She's also our friend. By both emotions and reason, I should go see her."
"Shaochen, will you come with me?"
Nangong Zhongli asks.
Liang Shaochen's body stiffens a bit, looking at Nangong Zhongli.
He reaches out, touches her cheek, and smiles: "Alright."
Nangong Zhongli smiles, takes his arm, and walks outside.
However, it's obvious that Liang Shaochen's steps are much faster than usual.
Every step seems like he wishes to make it two.
Nangong Zhongli follows by his side, having to hasten her pace as well.
