Just as she was thinking.
She wasn't sure if it was because these emotions had stirred within her.
So much so that there was a sudden crack.
The glass in her hand shattered.
Glass fragments fell all over the ground.
The ice water in the cup spilled on the floor, splashing all over her.
She looked down.
She bent over, just about to get a bag to wrap these fragments.
Then, her hand was seized by someone.
Su Yan looked at the bottom of the designer handmade ancient robe hem, wetted by the water and stained with dirt.
Above her head, she heard a voice tinged with irritation.
"What are you doing?!"
Su Yan's hand was lifted.
She looked up, meeting the piercing dark eyes.
Shi Shu furrowed his brow and opened her palm.
Several tiny wounds were revealed before her eyes.
Caused by the glass fragments.
He glanced at Su Yan.
"Does it hurt?"
His voice when saying this word lacked the anger from just a moment ago.
It was in a soft, coaxing tone.
For some reason.
