Jing Yan had remained seated at the dining table, not getting up.
Jiang Jinchen walked over and placed a wine glass in front of her.
"The food is finished—now speak," said Jiang Jinchen as he pulled out a chair and sat opposite her.
He swirled the red wine in his glass and took a light sip.
His eyes slightly narrowed.
"..."
Jing Yan glanced at him, her lips parted slightly, but she remained silent.
She picked up the red wine beside her, the rim just touching her lips, then she remembered something and put the glass back down.
Due to nervousness, her hand holding the glass revealed a network of blue veins.
Her complexion was also somewhat pale.
Jiang Jinchen, noticing her odd expression, raised his eyebrows. Mo Xiyan's words from earlier flashed through his mind.
"Are you not feeling well? Why did you go to the pharmacy?"
"Bang——"
Jing Yan's hand trembled, and the wine glass tipped over on the table, spilling the red wine down the edge onto the floor.
