Qin Youxuan lay alone on the bed, her complexion pale as paper.
Watching his retreating figure, she suddenly trembled, pulled the quilt over her bare body, and curled up into a ball.
Tears uncontrollably slid down from the corners of her eyes.
Burying her face in the pillow, her muffled sobs echoed in the quiet night.
She didn't know how long she cried before exhaustion took her into sleep.
…
In the study.
Dan Hanjie's tall frame leaned against the windowsill, radiating an aloofness that no one could approach, his deep black eyes staring vacantly into the distance.
He held a cigarette in his hand, bringing it to his lips and taking a deep drag, not snapping out of it until the burning ember touched his fingers.
He tossed the cigarette butt to the floor, crushing it underfoot.
Reaching for the cigarette box, he found it empty.
A pile of cigarette butts littered the floor of the study.