"Speak," Tang Xun sat in the single chair by the bed.
Ye Qiyun sat on the edge of the bed, facing Tang Xun, pursed her lips, thinking about where to start so as not to anger him into leaving right away.
"What's the matter? Still can't talk?" Tang Xun propped his elbow on the armrest, his fingertips pinching his own chin, his gaze locked tightly on Ye Qiyun.
Ye Qiyun looked up, meeting his gaze, "Axun, while I tell you this, I hope to stay calm and allow me to finish speaking. You can say or decide whatever you want afterward; I won't stop you. I just hope you can give me the chance to explain everything from start to end."
"It seems whatever you are about to say will anger or even enrage me, won't it?" Tang Xun raised an eyebrow. "If that's the case, perhaps you shouldn't say it at all."
