Mu Lan looked at him, and her heart thudded. She was terrified he'd say something that would make her uncomfortable.
"Your foot injury..."
Huo Tingxiao was afraid that in his drunken state he might have gone crazy, considering Mu Lan's foot was still not healed. She couldn't withstand the force of a grown man, and any stretch would be adding injury to injury.
"It's nothing. I used the wheelchair yesterday just to make it easier to travel to the studio. The house isn't that big; I can walk around slowly on my own."
Mu Lan's tone was even, making Tingxiao think she didn't want to dwell on yesterday, and his eyes darkened.
"About yesterday, I'm truly sorry."
"I'm not taking it to heart."
Mu Lan looked away, insincere.
He kept calling her "wife" yesterday, which was confusing and annoying.
She really had no dignity, still hung up on drunken ramblings.
Another silence fell. Mu Lan thought that after breakfast, Tingxiao would leave, but today he unexpectedly stayed at home.