"You're back?"
Wen Nuan's voice didn't sound like her own, carrying a slight tremble. Her heart was racing, her emotions even more complex.
Joy, excitement, and unease... all intertwined.
During these seven days, she missed him very much.
Really missed him.
Staying in this room that held his presence, every night, his shadow would entangle her. His past melancholy, his current cold arrogance, his insults...
Often weighing her down so much she couldn't breathe, yet, she still missed him.
"Why are you back so late?" Leng Yan slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, blowing it directly in her face.
Wen Nuan couldn't help but cough.
"Where did you go?" he asked again, turning on the lamp as he pressed her body against the wall.
Wen Nuan's face was unnaturally pale. His large hand gently caressed her face: "Why such an expression? Are you scared to see me?"
"I... I was bored being home alone, I went out for a bite to eat before coming back."
Wen Nuan took a deep breath.