Just like that, Chang Jia's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.
The faint, cool touch of the air still lingered on his fingertips.
Lin Jianqiu's words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly dousing the fire that had just kindled in Chang Jia's heart.
Indeed, there was no one nearby—only a few blurry figures moving in the distance.
He looked at her, and the warmth he'd felt from seeing Lu Xiao and Su Tang was instantly extinguished, leaving him chilled to the bone.
All that remained was irritation, mixed with an indescribable, stifling feeling that detonated in his chest.
"Heh."
A short, cold laugh squeezed out of Chang Jia's throat.
He pulled back his hand and, without another glance at her, turned and strode into the house.
Lin Jianqiu flinched at the sound of the door being thrown open, her eyes instinctively lifting.
Her husband's posture radiated displeasure. He didn't say a word, but his silence sent a wave of panic through Lin Jianqiu.
