"Don't come talk to me."
Finally, Duan Yanran replied, but it was just a sentence uttered with a fiery tone of anger.
Just that single sentence left Ling Tianyu speechless. He realized that once faced with an angry Duan Yanran, he was at a loss. Sitting beside the bed, he wanted to get angry but couldn't muster the feeling; getting mad at the woman he loved was not so easy. Moreover, Duan Yanran's unhappiness was entirely due to his own nasty words before, which wouldn't have happened if he had simply spoken a few kind words then.
Regrettably, he had been irritated by Duan Yanran's stubbornness at that time.
So there they were, one laying in bed covered by the blanket, the other sitting beside it, both silent, the atmosphere extremely awkward.
