The sound of steady footsteps came from the cobblestone path behind, Wei Anning wiped away her tears and turned around. The man came against the light, dressed in dark, cold attire, as if Satan in the dark night quietly approached.
"You..." Wei Anning opened her mouth, "Why are you here?"
This place was far from the main castle. How could he come?
Leng Youchen laced his hands in his pockets, staring at her with cold eyes. Her eyes glistened and were very red, with a hint of moisture at the corners. The waterproof mascara did not smudge, resembling two small fans fluttering and even more endearing.
"Followed you here." The man spoke with unabashed courage, looking up as if to see what she had been looking at just now.
Wei Anning didn't expect such bluntness from him, she was momentarily speechless. Seeing him looking toward the second floor, she asked, "What are you looking at?"
"Then what were you looking at just now?"
