It had been five days since Han Xue returned home and she had been holed up in her own room over the past five days, only emerging to take her meals.
After she finished breakfast that morning, she did not return to her own room but instead, she knocked on the door to Ye Hao's room.
"Knock knock."
Han Xue knocked several times.
Ye Hao had just finished changing his clothes and was about to head out.
He opened the door to find the woman whose actions had made his stomach turn.
He frowned and refused to speak to her. He pushed her aside and made his way downstairs.
"Ye Hao, wait a minute," Han Xue cried out.
She balled her hands into fists and her heart raced wildly.
No one knew how much courage it took for her to even knock on his door earlier.
Ye Hao finally turned and looked at her coldly, his eyes as hard as knives.
