From Leng Youchen's perspective, he hadn't seen Wei Anning block that punch for him. He assumed that the person she was anxious about, the one she cared for, was her "fiancé." How ironic?
Wei Anning looked at his calm and defined features, perfect yet devoid of any expression. He slightly narrowed his beautiful phoenix-like eyes, carrying an indifferent scrutiny. The depths of his eyes were unfathomable, like a swirling black vortex exuding the quiet aura of death.
Her heart was thumping erratically. She instinctively stepped forward and softly called, "Leng Youchen..."
He didn't say anything, silently gazing at her. That look carried no hostility, yet it unsettled her deeply. It seemed like he had misunderstood something. She opened her mouth, wanting to explain, but there was no way to start.
