"Zheng Haoyu, what are you doing?" At some point, Su Nian had wrapped herself in a simple bathrobe and stood at the bathroom door, her small face taut as she stared intently at the necklace in Zheng Haoyu's hand.
"I…" Zheng Haoyu, engrossed in his own world, stewing in jealousy, jumped at Su Nian's sudden shout. Lifting his head, he met her dark glare and found himself at a loss for words.
Neither of them said a word, exchanging silent stares. The atmosphere in the room was unbearably tense, and only their heavy breaths could be heard.
Su Nian took step after step towards him. She pried open Zheng Haoyu's hand, took the necklace out and said, "Zheng Haoyu, if you want to know something, you can ask me directly. Why did you rummage through my things?"
Zheng Haoyu stared at her with a brooding intensity. Anger? She was genuinely furious with him because of this necklace?
