"Xiran, what's wrong? Are you upset?"
Wei Feng reached out to grab Chen Xiran's hand. Chen Xiran allowed her to hold it but did not grip it back with affection like he usually did. Sensing this, Wei Feng knew Chen Xiran was displeased with her.
Chen Xiran felt a suffocation in his chest and it took him a while to mutter two words, "No."
Even though he said no, his face was terrifyingly calm. He didn't speak, didn't look at her, and didn't hold her hand back. Wei Feng felt this was a form of cold violence, and she couldn't bear it.
So she stood still, not moving forward.
However, Chen Xiran didn't notice and continued walking ahead as usual.
Wei Feng watched helplessly as her hand slowly slipped from Chen Xiran's, and when her hand was finally thrown aside, her heart sank to the bottom as well.
