"What's wrong?" Gu Yi'an asked.
Rong Zhan's expression was too obvious; it was almost as if the words "I have a problem" were written clearly on his face.
"I have a question," Rong Zhan said very slowly.
"I know," Gu Yi'an nodded, "it's written all over your face. What's the question?"
Rong Zhan didn't answer directly but instead pressed his fist against his lips, coughed lightly, and cautiously observed Gu Yi'an's expression.
Seeing him so hesitant left Gu Yi'an speechless.
She frowned at him, "What exactly do you want to say? Just say it."
Rong Zhan blinked as if he was still weighing the pros and cons.
Finally, after he finished weighing them, he said in a low voice, "Anan, I have a question. This is something we thought about from the beginning but still don't have an answer to. Can you tell me?"
"If you don't tell me what the question is, how will I know what you want to ask?" Gu Yi'an was completely exasperated by Rong Zhan's mysterious demeanor.
