Wei Shaoqin looked at Su Mu's pale face and really wanted to hug her, but he didn't dare to touch her. He always felt that, after hearing the conversation between Qiao Yu and Ji Nanfeng, Su Mu was as fragile as a paper doll, that a mere touch would make her vanish into smoke and disappear. He would rather she cry her heart out, rather she hysterically question Fu Shinian in the ward.
But she didn't. Since hearing those words, she had maintained the same position, tightly hugging herself, burying her head deep in the crook of her arm, almost to the point where even the rise and fall of her breathing was barely visible.
He was very worried, and also very angry, yet he didn't know what he could do for Su Mu at this moment.