But Luo Zhiyong dared not be sure whether her life would have been perfect without him, or if it was because of all the messy affairs of his family that her life became imperfect.
Fang Pingying, who was feigning sleep with her eyes closed, hadn't actually fallen asleep, so she could clearly feel the gaze that Luo Zhiyong fixed on her from across the way. To say she didn't care at all would definitely be a lie, but she was also utterly perplexed as to why he kept looking at her like that after giving up on her; she didn't see what there was to look at.
Thinking this, Fang Pingying furrowed her brows and simply opened her eyes, meeting Luo Zhiyong's gaze head-on.
Luo Zhiyong did not expect Fang Pingying to suddenly open her eyes, meeting his gaze so directly, the deep concern in his eyes not yet retracted.
He paused for a moment, then somewhat flustered shifted his gaze away, and as if searching for something to say, asked, "Are you tired?"
