The air in the study where Yulan sat was so heavy it felt as if it could be wrung out.
Shen Zhixing lowered his gaze as he flipped through Yulan's assignments. He remained silent, not sparing so much as a peripheral glance at the person beside him, yet he precisely dodged the hand Yulan reached out toward him.
"Still angry?" Yulan knelt on the armrest of the sofa, her fingertips nervously twisting the edge of the cashmere blanket.
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