Yun Xuefei led him to the guest room and said indifferently, "You'll stay here tonight. Inside are all new toiletries. You should leave tomorrow morning."
"Mm," Huo Yanzhao hummed softly, his gaze exceptionally gentle, "Thank you."
Yun Xuefei avoided his gaze, turned to leave, but the man caught her wrist.
She was startled, "What are you trying to do now?"
...She just couldn't be soft-hearted!
"Xuefei, come over and talk with me," Huo Yanzhao wasn't making any excessive moves, just pleading softly, "I have so much to tell you... Oh right, there's also news about Jingyao and Zhixi."
"...Zhixi?" Yun Xuefei's attention was immediately captivated by these two words, "She...?"
"She's not dead," Huo Yanzhao said with a smile.
"What exactly happened?" Yun Xuefei asked eagerly.
Huo Yanzhao walked toward the sofa, "Sit down, we'll talk slowly."
