Yan Yan reached out into empty air, then looked down and met her particularly cold and silent eyes.
He paused, unable to understand why she suddenly stopped talking to him.
Weren't things fine last night?
He looked at the young girl's snow-white face, trying to find some clues, but all he saw was lifeless stillness.
"Little Gua, what's happened?"
The young girl didn't respond and turned to walk alone in the direction of the apartment.
Watching her slender back, the man's heart tightened, feeling a wave of pain spreading from his chest.
He stood still, his fingertips slightly stiff, and his phoenix eyes tinged with a bit of dejection.
After a long while, he started to follow her.
Yun Qiqi's ear twitched as she sensed him following again, and she pursed her lips, her eyes growing even colder.
Her steps quickened considerably.
She usually walked slowly and gracefully, like a noble young girl from Central Europe.
