After Yu Qingyu's quiet declaration, the two men fell silent, both of them lost deep in their own thoughts. The atmosphere around the kitchen table was heavy and glum, weighing on their minds. It seemed that their romance, which had barely just started, was already over, at least temporarily…
Eventually, Liu Wei let out a sigh, and slowly got up. "…I understand. Then, you'd probably want me to leave right now?"
"…Mn," Yu Qingyu muttered, not daring to lift his head.
A sharp pang of ache pierced through Liu Wei's heart. He would have never expected that it would hit him so hard to be rejected by his opponent… But now that they were here, he really did not want to leave.
Still, he decided to respect the man's wishes. So, he reluctantly walked over to the apartment's entrance, stopping for a moment at the door. "…If you change your mind, or want to talk about it… Call me," he said, before finally walking out.
