Thick Jealousy
Wen Ruan stared at the man who was walking towards her.
It had been half a year since she last saw him up close. He had really changed a lot. His well-defined features were hidden in the thin light, and he was cold and stern. His dark, narrow eyes were as cold as ice, and his thin lips were tightly pursed into a line, like a sharp blade without any warmth.
"How is he?"
He stopped two steps away from her.
Wen Ruan's lips moved. She wanted to say something, but her throat seemed to be choked by something. She was so excited that she could not say a word for a long time.
Seeing that she was staring at him without replying, his eyes turned cold. He strode into the house.
The staff's injured leg had been bandaged by Wen Ruan and she had regained consciousness.
Wen Ruan turned around in a daze and looked at the man who was talking to the staff.