"Guna, actually you look pretty when you smile." Wang Dadong couldn't help saying.
"Too bad, there aren't that many things worth smiling about..."
Wang Dadong sighed softly. Whether she smiled or not didn't matter, as long as Guna didn't go courting death.
What troubled Wang Dadong, though, was that Guna would come over and ask him if he'd found any news about her husband and son whenever she got the chance.
Wang Dadong was a bit speechless. It hadn't even been that long, and even he had no chance to make contact with the outside world.
Even though it was an objective reason, every time he saw the disappointment in Guna's eyes, a sense of guilt would inevitably rise in his heart.
He had to think of a way, fast.
To Wang Dadong's surprise and delight, Saint Roland actually came at lunchtime.
"Luolan, what are you doing here?" Wang Dadong was a little surprised.
"I'm one of the administrators here too, you know, I just don't come here very often." Saint Roland said.
