Lin Zhou's face was flushed with frustration, his mouth no longer syncing with his brain, and he began to talk nonsense.
Tian Xin glanced at him angrily, turned around, and walked away.
"Tian Xin, you... don't go!" Lin Zhou grabbed her.
With that pull, Tian Xin's heart alarmed. She turned her head to look at Lin Zhou and found his forehead drenched with sweat.
Something's wrong!
Ever since she met Lin Zhou, she had never seen him so flustered. He was always calm and composed, handling everything seamlessly, even under extreme pressure.
This behavior now—stammering, agitated—it clearly indicated that something was wrong that he couldn't speak of.
"Lin Zhou, what's wrong with you today? Did something happen?" Tian Xin squared up and looked Lin Zhou in the eye.
As soon as their eyes met, Lin Zhou realized Tian Xin had noticed. He quickly adjusted his demeanor, placed a hand on Tian Xin's shoulder, and casually said, "Nothing, I just miss you a bit!"
