Back in the Liu villa, Yukito tiredly collapsed on the bed. He took the pillow and covered his face with it.
Tears trickled down his eyes and made the pillow damp.
"Yukito…are you tired of me? Are you tired of this relationship?"
He clutched the pillow tighter.
You are such an idiot. How could you ask me that stupid question? How can you even think that my heart would sway for Wang Ling?
Jing, don't you know me at all? Did you never trust me?
The more he recalled what happened in the evening, the more vigorously tears plopped out, and he trembled.
Suddenly, he felt somebody gently putting the blanket over him and covering him.
He stiffened.
J-Jing…?
He quickly shifted the pillow, but to his surprise, he saw little Nuo looking at him concerned. She was doing her best carrying the heavy blanket and draping it over him.
