Muddle-headed

"There is nothing I can do." ZouMi didn't explain in detail, neither Gu Huan prop it out.

"Have you eaten anything?" He asked her, as she sipped on the third icily cold water.

"Hmm."

"Are you angry?" Gu Huan sensed the uneasiness of her, her face pale, and her breath uneven.

She chuckled, "Why did you assume that I'm angry?"

In fact, she wasn't angry, she was in agony!

"ZouMi, are you unwell?" Gu Huan stood up from his chair, and walked across the table towards her. She clearly wasn't angry, something with her was off, greatly!

'Was her mood effect by that man's word?' Even though he came in a little later, he had heard everything that went inside, and was aware of the words, Ri Men said.

"Unwell? No, I'm perfectly alright." Her tired eyes betrayed her, also her forced words. Those bright eyes, now, fell, a gloomy dark cloud covered her totally. Giving a feeling of abounded, pain, and more important, loneliness.