"I thought we could return to how we once were. I thought I could endure your entanglements with countless women and then pretend I didn't care at all when accepting you back. Turns out, I can't do that." Yao Beidi said, with a faint smile on her lips.
Such a relieved smile.
She left the sofa.
This time, Xiao Ye didn't hold her back. Instead, he watched the suddenly distant space between them.
His heart felt abruptly seized, as if it had been torn apart, a taste indescribable.
Yao Beidi said, "Xiao Ye, I think you're filthy."
He watched the direction Yao Beidi had left in.
Watched her as she went up to the second floor.
The room fell silent again.
Everything was so quiet around him, even his breathing became lighter and weaker.
Her scent still lingered on him, but all he could hear was her clear, light voice, calmly and indifferently saying, "Xiao Ye, I think you're filthy."
He leaned back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling above.
