Liu Ling quietly stepped back two steps, flicking her fingers to set up a barrier in the room to prevent anything unexpected and allow for timely intervention.
Time slowly passed, Chu Chengfeng sat cross-legged on the bed without moving.
At this moment, his face was still pale, but the sweat on his forehead was less than before. It was clear he had successfully suppressed something, and his eyes were closed, seemingly unaware that someone had entered his bedroom.
Liu Ling was the same, not speaking, only focused on watching Chu Chengfeng. His handsome face was as it always was, yet there was a subtle difference between his brows.
She clearly remembered that Mo Li's return from Nirvana was usually without much change, but this time the change was indeed significant.
For this change, Liu Ling was not pleased at all.
In fact, there was a feeling of unease.
