Shi Yuhuan: "..."
Song Qinghuan: "Shi Yuhuan, you feel uncomfortable? Well, I will tell you, I feel even worse. Zhan Jie, you tell me, what is the thing between you two? If you like her, if you are worried about her, then be with her. I will leave, I will divorce you, because you disgust me with your neurotic behavior."
The last sentence was delivered with a sobbing tone and her voice became agonizingly shrill.
In this moment, Song Qinghuan resembled an agitated little animal, with her body trembling uncontrollably.
Shi Yuhuan did not speak for a long time. Just when Song Qinghuan thought he hadn't heard her accusations or cared about them, Shi Yuhuan lifted his hand, gently traced her lips with the pad of his thumb, and quietly called her name, "Song Qinghuan...."
He didn't finish what he was about to say. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, startling them both.
It was New Year's Eve and quite late. Who could be the one visiting at this hour?
