Zhao Xinmai said nothing, but looked at Han Shao worriedly.

The room was quiet for three minutes, and there was no sound. Han Shao felt a little strange. He looked up at Zhao Xinmai and found that she still had that worried look in her eyes, but she didn't speak.

Han Shao paused and gently held her shoulders. Zhao Xinmai naturally did not move away this time, because Han Shao's expression did not look like he was taking advantage.

His gaze seemed a little negative, even as if it penetrated the wall and saw far away.

"If one day..."

Han Shao said: "I..."

"What's wrong with you?" Zhao Xinmai asked.

Han Shao was silent for a while, shook his head and smiled: "It's okay."

Zhao Xinmai opened her mouth to ask something else, but Han Shao held her shoulders and looked ahead.

It seems that everything cannot enter the heart.
Chapter completed!