Lin Zhiyi suddenly felt her cheek itch. She raised her hand to sweep it away, but the tingling sensation only seemed to grow stronger.
When she came to her senses and turned her head, the man close at hand startled her.
She dodged slightly, and as her body tilted toward the hospital bed, he pulled her back, locking her in his arms.
"What are you thinking about?" Gong Chen asked in a low voice.
"Li He is dead." Lin Zhiyi pressed her lips together.
Gong Chen hummed softly, showing no particular emotion.
Instead, his gaze kept sweeping across Lin Zhiyi's face.
Lin Zhiyi wasn't sure if it was her illusion, but it seemed like Gong Chen was laughing.
No wonder he was feared as the Third Young Master—he could even laugh after hearing about his good friend's younger brother's death.
But soon, Lin Zhiyi realized he wasn't laughing because of Li He.
She frowned and asked, "Third Young Master, what are you laughing at?"
Gong Chen cleared his throat. "Nothing."