Wei Xunzhou's expression froze for a moment, and he lowered his eyes to look...
Di Yao had imagined that Wei Xunzhou might be surprised or even angry when he learned the truth, but she never expected him to stay silent for so long.
She was like a tender sprout that could withstand fierce storms but withered under a seemingly gentle uprooting.
Little did she know, Wei Xunzhou was also struggling.
He started to speak several times, only to fall silent again. He was somewhat annoyed—not at Di Yao, but at himself.
Di Yao probed his attitude once more. Wei Xunzhou's gaze wavered, and when it refocused, he quickly looked away.
"There's nothing I want to ask."
With his words, Di Yao lifted her head and asked, "Then... are you angry with me?"
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