"I thought the conversation wasn't over yet."
"I'm not in the mood right now." Alice's voice gradually choked.
Chester extinguished his cigarette, got up, and walked toward her.
She could hear his footsteps, still familiar like the "big brother" she used to know, but the aura of arrogance and indifference he exuded made him seem so unfamiliar.
He stopped in front of her, slightly lowered his head, and looked directly at her.
She was most afraid of being stared at like this when she felt wronged, so her pretense of strength crumbled instantly, and tears started to fall.
Yet, she cared about appearances, always maintaining that pride in front of him, and couldn't let him see her crying.
She turned her head to the side, trying her best to suppress the choke in her throat, refusing to sob aloud.
He looked at her, inexplicably irritated, "Why are you crying?"
She retained her usual arrogance, sniffed, and said, "I'm not crying."
