Zhao Yue stood at the doorway with a bundle of clothes clutched tightly against her chest.
For several long seconds, she simply stared at Fu Teng.
The more she looked at the confused expression on his face, the angrier she became.
A few days ago, she had stormed out of this very room because of him.
At first, she had expected him to come looking for her.
Maybe he would apologize.
Maybe he would ask her to come back.
Maybe he would at least pretend to care.
But not only had he failed to do any of those things, he had gone about his days as though nothing had happened.
Meanwhile, she had spent the last few days sharing a room with her sister, tossing and turning every night while becoming increasingly annoyed every time she thought about him.
And now…
Now that she had finally gathered the courage to return…
Now that she was standing right in front of him…
The first thing that came out of his mouth was:
