Held tightly in Gong Xuan's embrace, Wen Yan instinctively raised her head to look at him.
Their eyes met, and Gong Xuan's eyes held a sadness as he rested his chin on her shoulder.
Gong Xuan's recent look made Wen Yan feel somewhat amused, yet filled with an indescribable sympathy.
Her left hand clutched the clothes on his back, and her right hand lifted gently behind him, hesitating several times to stroke and comfort him, but never actually falling.
It was clear that he was being domineering, and yet he appeared aggrieved.
Gong Xuan didn't bring up Gong Ze, so Wen Yan wisely refrained from asking.
Otherwise, they would end up arguing again.
Now, she was just waiting for Gong Xuan's cue, ready to follow his plan and finish this act with him.
Then she would make her exit completely.
Thinking that she and Gong Xuan wouldn't be like this for too long, Wen Yan eventually let her suspended right hand rest on his back, gently stroking it to provide some comfort.
