Back at London Port, it was already five in the evening, and a light rain was falling over the city.
He Chen held Yin Mo's hand as they walked into the hotel, his dark eyes occasionally sizing up the woman beside him.
Yin Mo's eyes, still slightly red from crying, had returned to their normal state.
On the way back, He Chen had soothed her, seemingly successful, yet feeling not quite fully so.
Yin Mo was not complex, many of her emotions easily showed on her face.
But she had been too quiet throughout the journey, agreeing to everything he said with a nod.
This overly obedient attitude made He Chen uneasy.
He perversely thought about making her cry again, even if she yelled at him, anything but this stifled suppression.
In the living room, He Chen roughly pulled Yin Mo onto the sofa, holding her wrist, "Yin Mo, if you're upset, you can get angry at me."
Yin Mo shifted her wrist, looking up at him, "I'm not upset."
Her gaze was calm as usual, straightforward and clear.
