For a long moment, there was no sound coming from the study.
Rui Hui stood there, her body seemingly encased in plaster, the whole person appeared wooden and stiff.
She wanted to turn and leave, pretending she knew nothing, but her feet couldn't move.
Tears streamed down, blurring her vision.
"Miss Rui Hui, why are you standing here?" The butler, coming upstairs to announce that dinner was ready, saw Rui Hui standing in front of the study and asked in astonishment.
As soon as his voice fell, the study door was immediately pulled open.
Diwu Zexuan's handsome figure appeared at the door, a trace of uncontrollable nervousness and panic on his face.
Seeing Rui Hui's tear-streaked face, his silver eyes tightened, and he reached out to pull her into his arms.
The butler sensed something was wrong and quickly retreated.
"Did you hear everything?"
Diwu Zexuan just held her like this, without comforting her, just letting her vent.
