The room was very quiet. Zhan Haoze and she looked at each other and saw their own reflections in each other's eyes.
Shi Mengwan's face was pale and her expression was haggard. Her lips were slightly swollen. Her eyes were filled with unwillingness, anger, and conflict as she stared at him in pain.
Zhan Haoze slightly missed her line of sight and didn't look at her. His silence, in Shi Mengwan's eyes, was because he didn't want to let her go.
She couldn't help but reach out and grab the front of his shirt.
"Tell me, Zhan Haoze, what do I have to do for you to let me go?"
It was only a few days, but she felt mentally and physically exhausted. She had always been weak in front of him, and she had never been strong-willed.
She hated herself for being like this, but she couldn't control herself. As long as she met him, as long as she met something related to him, she would become unlike herself.
