Every time she tried to take the initiative to speak to him, he would respond with distancing and rejecting coldness.
Chu Lui looked at the watch on his wrist. It was already one o'clock. He pushed the door and walked in, but Xia Ruoxin opened the door a step ahead of him.
"You're back." She was like a dutiful wife, waiting stubbornly for him to come home. She had light shadows under her eyes, and it was apparent that she did not have a good rest for a long time.
"I don't want to hear your voice. It's awful." He walked past her, his heartless voice ripping apart Xia Ruoxin's heart once again.
Was her voice awful? She pressed her lips together tightly.
"I don't like seeing you hanging around here, too. You're ugly."
His thin lips opened and closed, his every word and sentence extremely cruel.
"Even the air you breathe in is dirty."
In his eyes, there was probably not one good point on her now.
