But he didn't want others to see him like this, so he kept his head down, biting his lower lip tightly.
The usually upright boy now looked even more pitiful and adorable with his silvery-white hair limply clinging to his forehead. Even with his head down, the redness at the corners of his eyes was visible.
Shu Wan took a step forward, standing in front of Fu Yang.
Noticing her shadow on the ground, Fu Yang rebutted subconsciously, "I'm fine, you can go back."
Of course, Shu Wan didn't listen to Fu Yang. She reached out, grabbed his chin, and forced him to look up at her.
Under the light, Fu Yang's reddened eyes were fully exposed. His moist pupils reflected Shu Wan's figure. He looked like a wounded little beast, as if he would start crying on his own the second Shu Wan left him.
It seemed he felt a loss of face being held like this by Shu Wan. Fu Yang tried to pull away, but Shu Wan increased her grip, preventing him from leaving.
