God knows that after Gu Shaocheng ranted and raved, he thought venting would relieve him, but he didn't feel any sense of relief at all. Instead, he felt like he was internally hemorrhaging.
She still didn't react!
"Deaf? Or mute? Speak up!"
"..."
At that moment, the man's facial expression darkened even more. The scripts he had been rehearsing in his heart, the meticulously crafted lines of love, the uncontrollable anguish — they all withered away like unattended flowers. In his mind, one understanding only grew clearer: she hated him! She didn't even bother to converse with him! She was even reluctant to grant him a facial expression!
His eyes gradually dimmed, and his gaze shifted to the sky against his will, as if to manage the sense of loss. From the outside, he looked normal, but internally he was utterly shattered.
What to say?
How to say it?
Chenxing didn't know; her brain seemed to have stopped working altogether.
