Chapter 75

"Sigh..." An Ruoxue lay on the soft, apricot-colored sofa, her large, watery eyes wide open, staring at the intricately carved ceiling above. Her demeanor was calm and peaceful, yet that low, faint sigh betrayed the confusion, helplessness, and sorrow hidden deep within her heart. "Sigh..." ... "Damn woman." On the computer screen in his study, An Ruoxue lay on the sofa, her face downcast. The sorrow in her sighs acted like a spell, lingering in Rong Che's ears, refusing to dissipate. Listening to the near-audible sound of her sighing, Rong Che found himself completely unable to focus on his work. His remarkably handsome face was once again covered in an inexplicable layer of frost. Rong Che didn't even realize that An Ruoxue’s emotions had begun to tug at his nerves without him knowing. Like a bubbling stream, she was quietly flowing into his heart. In the living room, having lain there for far too long, An Ruoxue could no longer just sit idly by and let Rong Che lead her by the nose. She had to do something. Even if it proved ineffective, it would still feel better than lying on the sofa like a corpse.