Yun Xuefei watched as the sky gradually darkened.
She didn't know how long had passed when Huo Yanzhao walked in, step by step, until he was in front of her, kneeling on one knee, steadying her shoulders.
"Xuefei," his voice was hoarse, his face extremely haggard. In just a few hours, his stubble had emerged.
Yun Xuefei stared at him as if he were a stranger.
"Xuefei, it's time to eat," Huo Yanzhao said with a hoarse laugh, "you can hate me or blame me, but don't punish yourself…"
Yun Xuefei remained silent.
Huo Yanzhao caught her hand and placed it on his chest: "I had the kitchen make some soup. Would you drink a little, please?"
Yun Xuefei's eyelashes trembled, and suddenly she withdrew her hand.
She pushed him away and stood up shakingly, walking out. Huo Yanzhao followed her, watching her stagger. Several times he reached out to support her, but she pushed him away without hesitation.
Huo Yanzhao's smile grew more bitter.
