Wen Suihan fell silent for a moment before speaking again, his tone now cold.
"Now that you've seen it, you can leave."
After speaking, he rose from the sofa, circled around her to the living room, and came to the floor-to-ceiling window, his mood at rock bottom.
"Suihan, are you... still angry with me?"
Yu Ya's eyes brimmed with tears, and even her voice lowered.
Wen Suihan was so irritable that he didn't want to waste another word on her.
Facing Wen Suihan's familiar back, Yu Ya continued, "During countless sleepless nights, I've thought that if I hadn't gotten together with your elder brother back then, perhaps we wouldn't have ended up like we are today. Suihan, I..."
"Have you said enough?"
Wen Suihan finally spoke, his impatience unmasked in his voice.
