Jianjun did not think about opening the restaurant as his mind continued to wander about.
Ever since he left the brealfast table, he had remained inside his room and stared blankly at the window.
He was tired. Tired of everything. The more he thought about everything, the angrier and sadder he got.
'She did not trust me. She did not trust my feelings.' He had been repeating those words since the past night.
No matter how much he thought about it, it all boiled down to that fact— If only she had trusted him, they would not have gone through everything they both went through. None of those things would have happened. But she did not trust him. It was the reason she had easily believed that message.
Now, it was even more difficult to forgive her. He knew she was not to be blamed but he could not bear it. He had to push his 25 years old grudge to someone and it had to be her because everything had been her fault.
