After she arranged the last flower, she slowly turned around, and Lin Mubai saw her face full of tears, immediately unsure of what to do.
"Nannan, I'm sorry." Lin Mubai's first reaction was that he had made her unhappy, the matter of moving the grave, he was indeed at fault, keeping it from her beforehand, but it was also to give her a surprise, which he never expected would turn out to be a well-intentioned mistake.
An Nan still leaned against the man, not looking up or speaking, at this moment, she urgently needed to calm her excessively agitated emotions.
But the man holding her did not know what was wrong, his handsome face was already wrinkled into a furrow, his eyes filled with anxious light.
"Nannan, could you speak? Don't be like this."
"I'm okay."
"Really okay?" Lin Mubai insisted on making her look into his eyes.
An Nan had no choice but to face him directly, her determination quickly persuaded him.
