Lu Hechen pulled Weilan downstairs, heading straight for his car outside.
Weilan remained silent and got into the car. Turning her head to look at him, she met his deep, profound gaze—eyes deeper than the ocean, seemingly calm on the surface but with tumultuous waves underneath.
Weilan cast her eyes down and did not speak.
Lu Hechen's gaze fell on her neck, where there were marks from where Lu Heyan had bitten her, raw and bloody.
He reached out and touched it gently.
Weilan flinched.
Lu Hechen clenched his teeth, a hint of defeat in his tone, "There's no need to stay here anymore. You won't have to come back in the future."
Weilan was startled and looked at him.
His handsome face was cold, covered with a facial mask, hiding the expression beneath, but the chill around him was still distinctly visible.
He started the car, and they drove off.
Weilan saw the veins on his hand as he gripped the steering wheel and knew he was seething with anger.