The conflict raged within Yu Han.
A moment later, Yu Han turned around, picked out clothes from the cabinet, and slipped out quietly.
He would go take a look and be right back.
Yan Xia listened with her eyes closed to the soft rustling noise of the man outside until the door sounded. Only then did she open her eyes.
Sitting dazedly on the bed, all kinds of thoughts popped into her head.
Yan Xia shook her head to calm herself down, then got up and went to the bathroom.
After freshening up, she picked up her phone and texted Yu Han.
"I'm going home."
Once the message was sent, she kept her eyes on her phone.
What would he say, ask her to wait for him, or...
But half an hour passed, and her phone remained silent.
Yan Xia pulled a bitter smile and stood up to leave.
The snow outside had stopped, leaving a dazzling white world that made Yan Xia's eyes sting.
She hailed a taxi and returned to her place, throwing herself on the bed.
