Wen Qiao's cutting words earlier hadn't elicited any change in Fu Jinghen's expression, but now these three insipid questions seemed to put him on the back foot.
"It was my fault, I shouldn't have made decisions on my own without clearing up the situation, without respecting your thoughts and feelings, and I shouldn't have left you in the dark without giving you reasons, much less should I have distrusted you."
"That's not it." Wen Qiao shook her head; the careless look in her eyes dissipated, replaced by a rare seriousness, "Since you've started this conversation, then I'll also be clear with you. What you mentioned isn't the fundamental reason why you broke off our engagement."
The lighting in the car was somewhat dim, the streetlight ahead illuminated the path in front of the apartment brightly, yet grudgingly gave no light to their side.
