As Chen Yulan ventured downstairs to fetch the water, her mind was a whirlwind of emotions. 'Why must he be so demanding?' she pondered with a mix of annoyance and curiosity.
Carefully, she filled a glass with water, her movements deliberate, her mind still on Zhang Wei's smug expression.
As she turned to ascend the stairs back, her expression crumbled like a fragile porcelain figurine dropped from a great height, leaving her speechless.
"..."
Frozen in place, she clung to the tray as though it were a lifeline, the silence surrounding her almost deafening.
The handrail that had been her support during her descent was now a distant memory, leaving her feeling helpless and uncertain.
She began her climb, sighing in defeat, extending her weary legs. A stinging sensation coursed through them, making each step an challenging journey back up the stairs.
