Yu'er: Gentle Like Water

When Fang Zhihan returned at night, he could clearly see that Yu Gangan wasn't feeling too well. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed and she looked depressed and deep in thought.

He walked over to her and touched her on the forehead, "Are you ill?"

Yu Gangan shook her head, "No..."

Ever since she saw the information about her and her teacher, she became quite unsettled. She wasn't sure whether she should pretend that she didn't see a thing or directly ask him about it.

But, she was never one to beat around the bush; she believed it was better to be honest about some things.

"Can you tell me what this is?" Yu Gangan eventually placed the photos and documents on the coffee table.

Fang Zhihan was not surprised.

His tall and upright body looked cold and white underneath the lighting, making him appear extra deep and unpredictable.