"I know." Still, there was no anger in her voice. Xia Ruoxin merely looked outside but in reality, Shen Yijun was beginning to feel like a stranger to her.
The corner of her lips curled up in sarcasm. She would rather they gave up this kind of life.
As she watched a thin and cold smile appear on her Xia Ruoxin's face, Shen Yijun could not stop herself from an unfound feeling of guilt. She hastened to remove her hand from Xia Ruoxin's hair, it felt as if her fingers were being pricked by her hair.
That's right. Even if her hands were not pricked, she could feel the pain from the sensation that filled her heart.
The door closed once more. No one would even know that she had been crying, for the tears that rolled down her cheeks were almost translucent, and it blended well with the look of despair in her eyes.
As more tears streaked down her cheeks, it evoked a sheer sense of despair and regret within her.
