Lu Hechen's hand stiffened in mid-air, the color drained completely from his face, hidden behind his expression.
His deep eyes contracted violently, the shock and heartache in the depths of his eyes were indescribable.
Who can tell him what the hell happened?
"Weilan..." Lu Hechen called out softly again, his voice filled with suppressed pain that almost broke him.
Weilan's body stiffened, her eyes slightly lowered, long lashes trembling gently, concealing the emotions in her eyes.
Almost instantly, clarity returned to Weilan's eyes.
She lifted her gaze and met Lu Hechen's eyes.
Hope surged in the depths of Lu Hechen's eyes.
"Weilan—"
"Mr. Mu, we're not that close, please don't look at me like that, it'll cause misunderstandings," Weilan said coldly.
As soon as she finished speaking, she didn't even want to look at Lu Hechen again. Resolutely, she turned and walked towards the police.
