On the way back, Ye Feimo draped a fur coat over her. The weather was a bit chilly, and Wen Nuan leaned back and fell asleep as soon as they got into the car. Ye Feimo pursed his lips, glanced at her, and drove home.
He hadn't heard her speak the entire way. Normally, she chirped like a little bird, but today she was suddenly silent. He, of course, knew why. It seemed that not winning the award was quite a blow to her. He could understand; even Lin Ning and Su Ran felt it was unfair, and he knew it was indeed a bit excessive. Wen Nuan had been smiling constantly, but now she was downcast.
Ye Feimo reached out and gently ruffled her hair. "Unhappy?"
"No..." Wen Nuan slowly elongated each word. She turned over, narrowing her eyes like a cat, her peach blossom eyes filled with confusion. "Why?"
"Why what?"
