Cui Lingyao's eyes went blank. "When did you get back?"
Xie Jinbai didn't speak, just stared at her without blinking.
His eyes were dark and deep.
He had lost a lot of weight. His already sharp jawline now seemed even more severe, giving him a cold and forbidding air.
He probably hadn't rested much on the road.
A layer of bluish stubble covered his chin, and his eyes were bloodshot.
He looked utterly exhausted.
But his presence was too powerful. Even slouched there, looking completely disheveled, he radiated an air that warned others not to cross him.
In short, it was impossible to look away.
Calculating the time, he must have traveled day and night to get back.
Cui Lingyao was both thrilled and heartbroken. She quickly dropped the carriage curtain, sat down next to him, and asked with concern, "How are your injuries? Rushing back like this... can your body handle it?"
