Meeting Shi Yuhuan's gaze felt like being bathed in the cold of moonlight.
In that instant, countless images flashed through her mind, all of them transforming into the indifference of Shi Yuhuan.
He had already treated her as a stranger, so why should she get more entangled with him?
In the end, he would still not love her, continue to treat her coldly, and she feared she would only get more entangled, unable to free herself.
Song Qinghuan lowered her eyes and quietly said one word: "No."
When she spoke up, she felt nothing but a severe discomfort in her throat, and she bowed her head, not daring to see the expression on Shi Yuhuan's face at this moment.
All she knew was that at the very moment the word "no" came out, he suddenly stood up.
Shi Yuhuan looked at Song Qinghuan with indifference and complexity, though seemingly no different from usual. Nonetheless, Chen Tian, standing behind him, visibly sensed Shi Yuhuan's rage.
