Ye Xiong had met numerous women in his life, but he had never quite figured out Yang Xinyi like this.
If you called her proud, that wasn't entirely true; if you said she was cold, you'd find she too had a warm side once you got to know her well.
Back when they were married, their daily little spats were actually quite blissful.
Her particular trait was her clear distinction between love and hate.
When she liked someone, she could be passionately enthusiastic; when she didn't like someone, she was incredibly cold, so cold that any interaction with her was exceedingly painful.
What Ye Xiong couldn't stand the most was the way she looked at him like he was a stranger, causing great discomfort in his heart.
During the flight, aside from listening to music with earplugs and sleeping, Yang Xinyi hardly interacted with Ye Xiong at all.
Ye Xiong tried many times but still couldn't get her to look at him the way she used to.
Gradually, he too began to let go.
