Si Yiyan, Are You Angry?

After ending the call, Wen Xinya took a deep breath and walked out of the hospital. The biting cold sent a shiver down her spine and she instinctively shrugged her shoulders, only to discover that she was still dressed in the silver gown she had worn to the gala. It was made out of thin fabric, leaving her shoulders exposed. It was not enough to shield her from the cold at all.

Just as she was about to collect her car from the car park, she felt a sudden warmth around her shoulders and she was pulled into a warm embrace. She looked up to meet the eyes of Si Yiyan, which were dark as the night sky.

Wen Xinya hugged him and asked coquettishly, "What brings you here?"

"I found out that you were hospitalized, so I came specially to see you." Si Yiyan raised her chin gently, forcing her to hold his gaze. Staring at the palm mark on her face, he raised his brows and exuded a commanding aura.