"Xinxin, what's wrong?"
Cheng Ziyang immediately squatted down in front of Dong Xin Yan and held her hand. To his surprise, her hand was very cold, so cold that his own hand couldn't help but tremble.
His eyes narrowed slightly, worry surfacing in his gaze, "Xinxin, why are your hands so cold? Are you feeling unwell?"
Dong Xin Yan raised her eyes dazedly, looking at the familiar face in front of her. The pain in her heart did not ease one bit; in fact, she felt so uncomfortable and exhausted that she didn't want to say or think about anything.
Dong Xin Yan shook her head slightly towards Cheng Ziyang, her voice hoarse and laden with exhaustion, "I'm fine, just a bit tired. Ziyang, sorry, I don't think I can try on the wedding dress today. I want to go home."
Something had clearly happened to Dong Xin Yan, but she didn't want to talk about it, and Cheng Ziyang wouldn't press her at such a moment.
