His sentence trailed off as he peered at his desk. His fingers tightened gradually, and he took a deep breath to compose himself. He was using every ounce of his determination to suppress his growing emotions.
It took a long while… long enough to savor a cup of coffee, take a puff or perhaps to muster his courage to profess his love.
"Get lost…" He lifted his head, and his face had an apathetic expression. He pointed at the door. "Wen Xuxu, get out of here and don't look back."
His reaction wasn't what Xuxu had envisioned; she thought that he would ridicule her maliciously. But he didn't and merely asked her to get out.
Xuxu nodded briefly, "… Goodbye."
She turned around decisively and walked out without a second look.
Yan Rusheng stared as the door closed little by little. He could no longer control his temper, and he grabbed the cup and hurled it away angrily.
The cup smashed against the wall and shattered to pieces.
