She had fallen so often that she had subconsciously learned how to protect herself while tumbling, to minimize injury.
Discovering she was wearing the coat Bo Yeyuan had replaced for her, her eyes filled with both shame and sorrow.
Her fingers trembled as they worked to undo the buttons of her clothes, "I... I've been under a lot of stress lately, it really wasn't intentional..."
"You think by putting on an act, I will soften, and I will give up on withdrawing my investment," Bo Yeyuan sat leaned back in his chair, his long legs crossed, a king-like posture.
To Li Qiyu, he seemed so distant, even more than the year they hadn't seen each other.
Because before, Bo Yeyuan was merely indifferent towards her, but now it was different, his eyes filled with intense mockery, scorn, contempt, and disdain.
Previously they stood on equal ground, but now he stood high above her, looking down, and she was inferior.
