I saw his face harden and his eyes freeze over.
"Why?"
"… Dirty… dirty…"
I crossed my arms, not wanting him to touch me. I did not want to dirty his hands.
I felt that I was dirty. From head to toe, there was a stain that couldn't be washed clean. In my heart, Dongyu was someone that couldn't be sullied. I didn't want to dirty his hands.
However, he seemed to have misunderstood my meaning. When he heard this word coming out of my mouth, he slowly retracted his hand.
I saw the light in his eyes dimming, devoiding itself of luster, and even… a hint of indescribable disappointment.
He seemed to be asking, "How did you become like this?"
I couldn't stand the look in his eyes. I lowered my head and crouched helplessly.
I wasn't sure how long he stood there for, looking at me, studying me.
I only saw that he suddenly turned around and left. Despite Han Xiao's repeated urgings, he walked away without looking back.
