After breakfast, he acted the same as usual, as if everything that happened between last night and now was just a fantasy of An Ning's, and didn't exist at all.
He, as before, was dressed in white clothes, whiter than snow, with a unique sense of elegance in every gesture, except that in every move, he seemed to be the one who was ill.
An Ning knew in her heart that Sikong Wuyou was healthy, yet she couldn't understand why she thought he seemed like a sick person.
Sikong was kind to An Ning, he had always been kind to her, but now, he was even kinder.
Not just in appearance, but even the way he made her feel was like this.
When Sikong Wuyou wasn't around, An Ning put on her shoes and slowly walked out.
By coincidence, Bai Su was standing not far from the door.
An Ning knew it was because he wasn't assured of leaving her alone in the room, so he had Bai Su stand outside, in case anything happened and she needed help.
This man, in every movement, was always so thoughtful.
