"I understand," Ling Tianyu nodded, sitting on the sofa in the bedroom. He wanted to speak his mind but found himself tongue-tied, unable to utter a word, and so he just sat there in silence.
After sitting for more than ten minutes without saying a word, Ling Tianyu could only get up and leave the bedroom. Su Ruoxi saw this and smiled; she knew why Tianyu had come—it must have been to comfort her.
She was indeed in pain and just as scared as Duan Yanran, but she could withstand it.
The departing Ling Tianyu sat in the living room with Duan Yanran clinging to him, resting on his legs. Ling Tianyu wanted to move but couldn't, so he just looked at the ancient book in his hands.
Inside Bo Yuan Pavilion, Lüzhou glanced at the clock, wondering whether to call Ling Tianyu and have him come over in the evening for a detailed discussion, given that Feng Yifan still had a son.