When han yichu was talking on the phone, she was so nervous that she felt like she was suffocating.
No one knew that han yichu's dark eyes were filled with dark vortexes. His expression was cold, and his body was stiff.
Although his tone was as gentle as ever, no one knew what he was thinking.
Huang qingwu listened to han yichu's gentle words and coaxing tone. Just like in the past, she could not resist or reject him.
In the modern world, he had never asked about her well-being like this. He had never asked her what she wanted to eat or made food for her.
Huang qingwu could only feel her heart beating rapidly.
She opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say.
However, han yichu could not hear Huang qingwu's reply. Her blood was boiling, and she was filled with an unknown emotion.
At this moment, han yichu felt that all the emotions in her heart would be mixed with joy and worry according to Huang qingwu's reaction.