Yu Siand didn't look at Feng Xiaoxiao, so naturally, he didn't know Feng Xiaoxiao's anger.
Feng Xiaoxiao watched Yu Siand, who was so possessed, and felt even worse. She clenched her fists tightly, and her sharp nails had already embedded into her palms, yet she didn't feel any pain at all.
Yu Siand didn't hear Feng Xiaoxiao's response, so he instinctively raised his head and glanced in Feng Xiaoxiao's direction.
With just one look, Yu Siand's heart felt a slight stab of pain.
He didn't know when it started, but Feng Xiaoxiao had already cried, tears flowing silently.
Yu Siand sighed lightly and finally put down the texts in his hand. He walked straight toward Feng Xiaoxiao.
When he was two steps away from Feng Xiaoxiao, Yu Siand stopped. He wanted to reach out and touch Feng Xiaoxiao, to wipe away her tears, but Feng Xiaoxiao avoided him.
His hand, poised in mid-air, suddenly seemed frozen.
