Jiang Nuan's heart sank, and she looked at him sharply. But she saw that his expression was calm, as if he had already accepted this result.
"I can choose not to believe Zhang Yan, but there's no reason not to trust a friend who grew up with me. Cui Jiangjing has no reason to deceive me. If he says there's a leg ailment, then there's a leg ailment."
Jiang Nuan was still not giving up, gritting her teeth with a look of reluctance, "But these past few days you clearly seemed fine."
"Hmm." Fu Yi admitted straightforwardly, "Because I was enduring it."
Jiang Nuan, "..." Why did he have to endure it?
"I thought you didn't know. I didn't let others tell you. I didn't want to make you feel troubled. I thought you wouldn't find out this way, but I didn't expect you knew all along."
That night he saw her in the living room run to the hallway to make a phone call, crying as she did. Was that because of him?
