His strange expression made Pei Huai's eyebrows slightly raise, "You…"
Are you afraid of him?
Pei Huai's hand slowly clenched, and if it weren't for the need for the oil bottle in his hand, he might have crushed it with one palm.
Had he been too obvious just now and been noticed by him?
So was that why he was cautious?
Pei Huai's gaze was fixed on Xia Wenyan, and his mind instantly became chaotic; his heart also ached painfully.
Even when breathing, he felt the air like blades with barbs, tormenting him over and over, and each breath was blood-soaked.
He looked at Xia Wenyan somewhat desperately, even wanting to plead with him not to look at him with that kind of gaze.
He didn't want this, really didn't want this.
If even he looked at him with eyes full of fear, how was he to face the rest of his life?
Like a person and heart rotting in a swamp, his whole being was slowly sinking.
