Inside the mansion, Wei Anning stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the endless expanse of Night Colors outside. This place, located in the suburbs and far away from the main road, was extraordinarily quiet.
Gong Ting emerged from the kitchen and saw her delicate figure, so faintly ethereal it seemed ready to meld into the Night Colors beyond the window. A sudden pang struck his heart, and he strode forward, stopping just behind her. "Ning'er, dinner is ready. Let's eat."
"Mm." Wei Anning turned her head and offered him a smile, then headed toward the dining room.
Gong Ting froze. Her smile was so hollow, it seemed devoid of a soul. He had no doubt that the woman standing beside him now was nothing more than a walking corpse.
Had breaking up with Leng Youchen caused her this much anguish?
Suppressing the irritation rising in his chest, Gong Ting quickly followed her, pulling out her chair. Only after she sat down did he circle to sit opposite her.
