Duan Yanran looked at her beloved man, his brows furrowed so tightly she could hang a matchstick on them, feeling terribly heartbroken. She quickly reached out with her jade-like hand to smooth his brows and took the unfinished cigarette from his mouth, throwing it to the ground.
"What's wrong with you, you seem so unhappy?" Duan Yanran helped Ling Tianyu up and, linking arms with him, strolled around the estate, asking with concern.
"It's nothing." Ling Tianyu shook his head, his teeth clenched. His eyelid had been twitching since dusk, giving him a bad premonition that had only grown stronger, leaving him increasingly worried.
If it were the left eye twitching, it wouldn't matter much, but it was the right eye, an ominous sign, and he feared he might not be able to accept the outcome.