511 Explain, I'm Listening

Shui Anluo lowered her head. He Xiaoran stood by her bed and watched her.

The glow of the rising sun shone through the window, hitting Shui Anluo's folded hands.

She looked like a child who had done something wrong and was waiting for the headteacher to announce her punishment.

"I believe that you're the person who's least suited for Ningyi."

It was over, the headteacher has spoken.

Shui Anluo's linked fingers tightened their grip.

"However, you're the only one who has allowed my son to longer be a cold person."

'Huh?'

Shui Anluo immediately lifted her head. She did not see the frostiness that she had imagined. Even though He Xiaoran still looked merciless on the surface, it was not the same as her previous annoyance or disgust.