Meanwhile, Li Zhiyan found herself quietly confused.
"They didn't do it today?" she wondered inwardly, her thoughts tinged with curiosity.
She stole a careful glance at Lin Feng, who was leading the way with his hands clasped behind his back, his posture relaxed yet commanding.
His expression was as calm as ever. His posture was that of a hidden master.
There was no trace of dissatisfaction, no subtle tension in his brows, no lingering impatience in his steps.
If he felt any disappointment, he hid it perfectly.
Seeing that, Li Zhiyan slowly convinced herself that everything must be fine.
After all, she knew that another woman was waiting for him back at his home.
That realization made her cheeks warm faintly.
"I wonder what that feels like…" she found herself thinking before she could stop it.
Her heart skipped slightly at the direction of her own thoughts.
