She sat up, leaning against the headboard, looking at him.
Is this an amicable parting then?
Her heart suddenly started thumping so hard that she even forgot her fear of him.
He glanced at her nonchalantly, capturing the subtle change in her gaze—it was akin to a death row inmate suddenly being told they were about to be released without charges.
Oh, Yan Xixi!
He sighed inwardly, choosing not to expose this secret of hers.
She wasn't even like any other woman; she never once asked, "Who is Zhou Ting?" Even though he had mentioned Zhou Ting several times in her presence, she still didn't inquire, as if it had nothing to do with her. How cold must a woman's heart be to remain so steadfast? Yet, she was as timid as a mouse, always ready to flee at the first opportunity. Just like now. She had clearly injured him, yet he was the one who felt like the vicious one.
