Looking at how his expression had turned even worse, Shi Guang head up and asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you? What happened exactly? Share with me and I'll see if I can help?"
Huo Zhan forced his lips down and said wearily, "It's nothing much. I'm probably just a little tired?"
"Tired?" Shi Guang looked at him—his face was slightly pale, with his black hair sloshing down his forehead, dripping with water. He looked totally helpless and defeated.
Was he too tired from the plane ride?
"I'll hurry and cook the meal faster then, so that you can rest earlier after eating."
Huo Zhan looked at her deeply, a sense of bitterness filling his throat.
If only he had realized it sooner, before she had even moved into his apartment. Even though Huo Zhan had so many things he wanted to say right now, he repressed all of them back. "It's fine! I don't feel like eating."