Yao Beidi removed the tie from his neck, then placed it in his palm, looked up at him, and said, "Xiao Ye, if something doesn't suit you, it will never suit you. It will be an eyesore to others and uncomfortable for yourself."
Xiao Ye's throat moved slightly, bobbing up and down, but he said nothing.
"Do you agree, Xiao Ye?" Yao Beidi suddenly smiled and asked.
Xiao Ye pressed his lips together, forming a stiff curve.
In the close proximity of the two, the atmosphere turned somewhat silent, silent to the point of suffocation.
Yao Beidi seemed to have had enough, not wanting to waste any more time on this man, so she turned to leave.
"Have you fallen in love with another man?" Xiao Ye suddenly asked her, his slightly deep voice breaking the quiet room.
Yao Beidi paused her steps, remaining silent.
Love?!
There wasn't any love.
She just didn't want to be persistent anymore.
It was just that love seemed to have turned into hatred.
