Ling Chuxia felt Shi Che's grip loosen slightly, raising her eyes involuntarily to meet his gaze. The man's dark eyes were profound, his expression tense, his jawline firm, his face devoid of any expression.
To Ling Chuxia's surprise, Shi Che brought ice to reduce the swelling—a gesture she had not expected, especially since he now tendered a gentle touch, albeit still expressionless and chilly, but it made her feel a slight warmth deep inside.
During this period, she distinctly sensed a change in Shi Che's attitude towards her. Although it couldn't compare to their honeymoon phase, these had still been the most comfortable days she'd had in the past three years.
This comfortable life felt as if stolen. Ling Chuxia's expression slightly hardened, then her gaze dropped. This day truly was stolen.
