Ye Qingyu was depressed. She knew what happened to him when he was a child, which made him a bit withdrawn, a bit weird, and a bit unhuman. But if he continued like this, she was really worried that he would develop some problems.
"I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me." Ye Xuanye sighed secretly. Did she think he didn't want to? He did, but it was a pity that she was still too young.