Tang Yuchen looked at her, waiting for her answer.
After a two-second silence, she softly countered, "What were you just saying?"
The man's eyes flickered slightly, "Let's go, time to head back."
He picked her up without answering her question.
An Ruo did not ask him again, and his words just faded away, as if they had never been spoken.
On the way back, An Ruo fell asleep in the car.
When the car reached the entrance of the mansion, Tang Yuchen called her softly, but she did not wake up. She was sleeping deeply, not because she was exhausted, but because she was in so much pain that she had no strength left, practically in a comatose state.
The man did not immediately carry her out of the car, but leaned close to her face, his deep eyes silently watching her.
An Ruo's face was small, not even as big as his palm, with a fair complexion and delicate features.
Not only was she beautiful, but also graceful, a delight to the eyes.
