The excessively chilling voice left Zhou Huimei stunned.
Especially since this was the first time that Gu Zixuan had lost her temper at her in eight years.
Looking at her extremely furious expression, Zhou Huimei had no idea what had happened. She stood up angrily and walked out.
As she left, Gu Zixuan gazed at her palm, painfully running her fingers through her hair from front to back, suppressing a trembling low sob.
...
When Yu Yuanshen arrived, he saw Gu Zixuan in a state of such despondency.
Quickly placing the insulated lunch box on the bedside table, he sat on the edge of the bed, held Gu Zixuan's shoulder, and frowned, "What's the matter?"
Gu Zixuan raised her eyes, her whole eye socket was red, holding back the glistening tears.
Seeing him, she took a deep breath, held back her tears, turned her head, "It's nothing, Brother Yu."
Unwilling to cry in his arms, she stubbornly chose to bear it alone, making Yu Yuanshen feel a bit disappointed.
