But he seemed not to notice her pain, continuously tightening his grip as if he were trying hard to restrain something.
His eyes were so dark they had no light, even harboring a hint of malice.
An Ruo felt a bit of panic. She might have angered him.
"Tang Yuchen, do you want to cripple my hand?" she asked him lightly.
The man looked at her, made up his mind in his heart, and decided to tell her everything because he couldn't bear her distance from him.
"An Ruo, actually..."
"Chen." A gentle yet forceful voice interrupted him.
Lan Keren slowly walked in, glanced at An Ruo, then looked towards the man.
"I heard you had a bit of an incident, so I rushed over to see you. Are you alright, did you get hurt?"
The moment An Ruo saw her, she forcefully withdrew her hand from Tang Yuchen's grip. Because he had held it so tightly, withdrawing it felt like she had lost a layer of skin, and her hand stung painfully.
