On the way back, Ye Feimo draped a fur coat over her since the weather was a bit cold. Wen Nuan got into the car and leaned back to sleep immediately. Ye Feimo pursed his lips, glanced at her, and drove home.
He hadn't heard her speak the entire way. Usually, she chattered nonstop like a little bird, but today she was suddenly silent. He certainly knew why—the blow of not winning the award wasn't small for her. He could understand. Even Lin Ning and Su Ran felt it was unfair. He knew it was indeed a bit too much. Wen Nuan had been smiling all along, but now she was downcast.
Ye Feimo reached out and tousled the ends of her hair, "Not happy?"
"No..." Wen Nuan drew out the words as she turned to him, squinting like a cat with pure confusion in her peach-blossom eyes, "Why is that?"
"What 'why'?"
