Hearing that Tang Wu had already made a decision, Lan Yue's heart tightened.
He was so panicked and confused that he did not even dare to look at her.
He lowered his thick eyelashes, trying to hide his emotions as he hummed hoarsely.
"I shouldn't force you. Some things are indeed my fault. I respect your decision."
He picked up the sober-up tea from the bedside table and downed it without even panting.
Tang Wu's beautiful eyes kept landing on his drunk handsome face. It was impossible for him not to know that she was looking at him, but he lowered his eyes slightly and did not look at her again.
Tang Wu could vaguely guess what he was thinking.
Sighing silently, she moved closer to him and put her hand on his arm. "Why aren't you looking at me?"
