In the villa, An'an appeared travel-worn. She sat absentmindedly on the steps outside, her travel bag casually thrown on the ground. The porch light illuminated her face to a ghostly pale.
She sat quietly on the steps like a little cat, her pitiful look made one instinctively feel sorry. Gu Yunbo didn't know how long she had been there when she found her; she was ice-cold to the touch.
"Why are you sitting outside and not going in?"
An'an didn't answer, staring silently at the rising tide in the distance.
Gu Yunbo called out again, but she still didn't react. She reached out to push her gently but An'an tumbled forward; fortunately, Su Hai came out and caught her.
Facing Su Hai's reproachful gaze, Gu Yunbo withdrew her hand guiltily.
She hadn't used any force, so why was she being vilified like a criminal? In fact, the two hadn't gotten along well lately, and Su Hai always looked at her as if she were a murderer.
