His face gradually enlarged before her eyes, and because he had lost a lot weight, his jawline became more distinct, filled with a hard, cold aura.
Under such a stunning appearance lay a soul that had already decayed; his eyes were hollow, devoid of any emotion, completely corroded.
He looked like he had endured a lot of pain, and his entire being carried a hint of melancholy.
Jin Mo's nasal passages felt sour, tears welling up in her eyes. She quickly blinked, holding back the tears.
"You're still unwell, why did you come out?" Jin Mo's voice trembled slightly, as she struggled to contain her emotions.
Tang Yan looked at her with a dark gaze, as if trying to see through her, silent and pressing his lips tightly together.
Jin Mo felt even more heartache, unsure of what Tang Yan was thinking.
"Did you drink the chicken soup?" Jin Mo continued to ask.
Tang Yan moved closer, his thin lips parting slightly, "Yes, you did well."
