Ruan Tianling was sitting in front of the desk, lost in a daze, his complexion somber as if he hadn't moved at all in his steadfast pose.
Suddenly, when he saw Jian Yufei enter, he stared intently at her, his eyes dark and brooding.
Jian Yufei's breath was short, and she walked resolutely to face him, eyes unblinking as she met his gaze.
Ruan Tianling stood up and asked, in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Jian Yufei didn't answer; instead, she threw herself into his arms—holding him tightly.
Ruan Tianling was momentarily taken aback, lifting his hands, slightly at a loss.
"What's the matter with you?"
Jian Yufei didn't respond, just holding onto him, deeply inhaling his scent.
"Jian Yufei, what do you mean by this?" Ruan Tianling asked softly.
It means nothing, just wanting to embrace you, to feel you...
Ruan Tianling pushed her away slightly, his fingers pinching her chin.
His piercing eyes delved into hers: "Tell me, what do you mean by this?"