Another suffocating silence passed through them. Li Xueyue couldn't find it in herself to speak. What could she say to him? She had revealed a weakness of hers that she never wanted anyone to find out—that she was pathetic. She had nightmares. She had baggage. She was dead weight.
No one should love her.
It was exactly as Viscount Bai had instilled in her core.
"Please," Li Xueyue finally said, her voice heavy. "Just go," she whispered the last part, half hoping he didn't hear it and half hoping he would.
Yu Zhen was never used to tantrums. He was often the one throwing them in the most lethal and unnoticeable manner. From slicing off the tongue of those who spread rumors about him, to beating his brothers at everything they were good at. His wrath was always unexpected and subtle.
