She started to explain, afraid he would misunderstand her reluctance to leave this place.
But what about this man?
He didn't even look at her. After coming out of the child's room, he went straight to the kitchen, clattering around, not knowing what he was looking for.
Ye Ning noticed his complexion earlier—it was awfully pale, and there seemed to be a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. She recalled overhearing him in the bathroom mentioning he wasn't feeling well, so she couldn't help but come over: "Are you feeling unwell? Are you sick?"
"No, go back!"
This time, he replied quickly.
Ye Ning heard him, but didn't know what to do, contemplating whether to go in and take another look. However, his tone was so cold, such distance and chill; not to mention checking on him, even asking a question felt like she was clinging to him.
So she bit her lip and finally picked up her phone, ready to leave.
