And Du Ye, in this regard, was precisely the opposite of her.
He buried his love deep within his heart.
In front of others, he never revealed even the slightest trace.
"There's no need for that." Du Ye's tone was indifferent as he drank another glass of sake.
After speaking, Du Ye waved his hand, "Leave now. I want some peace and quiet for a while."
Chu Xiangyi seemed as if she wanted to say something, but the words dissolved on her lips. She turned and walked toward the door, closing it gently behind her.
Chu Xiangyi stood outside the door for a long, long time.
Chu Yuehong noticed Chu Xiangyi hadn't returned and came over with a shawl, "Sister Xiangyi, why are you standing here all alone? Don't catch a chill."
Though it was already mid-March, Chu Xiangyi had always had a weak constitution; just a little breeze could make her ill.
"It's nothing, I'm just admiring the scenery." Chu Xiangyi withdrew her gaze.
