Her figure was very slender, even thinner than the last time he had seen her, with a frailty that made her seem like a paper doll, ready to be blown away by the slightest breeze.
She hung her head low, her long hair falling down, hiding her face. He couldn't see her expression, but he felt her body trembling, as if she were crying.
Shi Che's brows suddenly furrowed, a trace of deep sorrow flickered through his eyes, and his hands slowly clenched tightly.
Why was she crying? Why was she upset? Was it because of him...?
The man guided her to the passenger seat, opened the car door, and Ling Chuxia sat down. Then he jogged to the driver's seat, got in the car, and they slowly drove away.
Shi Che's gaze seemed fixed on that scene, motionless for a long while, until finally, the monitoring personnel beside him, seeing him like this, couldn't help but step forward and called out softly, "Young Master Shi?"
