An Yuwei looked at Mo Yuzhen quietly. The moment she saw the seriousness in his eyes, her fingers clenched tightly under the blanket. Her heart sank. She knew it.
It was here.
He was going to break up with her.
So, just as he parted his lips, just before he could utter those cold, decisive words, she spoke first, her voice soft and trembling. "Are you going to break up with me, Yuzhen?"
Mo Yuzhen paused. For a brief moment, he looked at her in surprise. Then, something unexpected flickered in his eyes—approval.
He liked smart women. Women who knew what to do, when to do it, and most importantly, where their limits were.
Once again, he felt pleased with his choice.
He had always preferred clean, peaceful breakups. A woman who knew when to step back was far better than one who cried endlessly, claimed to love him deeply, or tried to cling to him out of infatuation.
