When Song Tian Mo entered, Ling Fei was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly.
She held her little pink mobile phone in her hand.
Her originally lively dark eyes were blankly fixed on the wardrobe, seemingly seeing nothing. Her eyes were unfocused. Her lips, lightly bitten, seemed to have lost their colour. She looked a bit lifeless, inexplicably making people feel a pang of heartache.
Song Tian Mo, standing at the door, found his brows furrowing tighter and tighter.
The sight of her crying at the table earlier lingered before his eyes, gradually forming a heavy atmosphere in his heart.
Wanting to vent his anger, but couldn't bear it.
He sighed to himself.
He approached her.
Walking until he was beside Ling Fei.
His tall body cast a shadow over Ling Fei, who didn't even notice his presence, causing Song Tian Mo's eyes to darken further.
Was she that sad?