The emotions in his deep eyes were obscure and difficult to understand.
The heavy sound of footsteps echoed in her ears. Nan Wan raised her head from between her knees, placed the foot from the sofa back into the slippers on the floor, and unfolded her body.
Her gaze fell on the diamond ring between her fingers, her voice very low, "Can I ask you a favor?"
Mu Jin Huan turned on the ceiling light, and the room suddenly brightened.
He walked to the front of the sofa, lifted the woman's right hand, and handed a cup to her, "Drink the milk first."
The warm sensation passed through her skin as Nan Wan held the milk cup, her hand resting on her thigh without moving.
Her voice was somewhat raspy as she slowly said, "My brother's accident was not a mishap. He drove for so many years and wouldn't carelessly crash into the guardrail, and that night he wasn't drinking, nor did he have a fight with my sister-in-law..."
Her long hair cascaded down, hiding the expression on her face.
