Chapter 35
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The door to Jiang Li's apartment slowly opened, and Luo Xin walked in, her brows still furrowed in anger. But that anger quickly melted into concern when she saw the small lump on the couch.
Sighing softly, Luo Xin closed the door and began cleaning up in silence, not saying a word. After thirty minutes, she walked over to the lump on the couch, her eyes narrowing with concern as she sat down on the floor beside it, holding a cup of herbal tea.
Jiang Li's blond hair was messy, his smooth, milky-white face now pale as paper. Dark circles lingered beneath his red-rimmed eyes as he stared blankly at the television, where a Chinese drama played.
At the sight, Luo Xin sighed.
"For how long, Jiang Li?" she suddenly asked.
Jiang Li turned his head toward her, his honey-brown eyes narrowing in confusion.
"What do you mean…?" he asked.
Luo Xin looked down, tightening her grip on the cup.
