She poked her head in, "Brother Ayin, I'm going out for a bit with grandpa Wen and the two little ones. I, I just wanted to let you know."
Yu Chiyin was sitting in an office chair, his usually deep yet gentle eyes now filled with alienation and coldness.
Her voice faltered when she unexpectedly met his gaze, and then a sour sense of grievance welled up inside her.
It felt as though she had returned to the days just after her rebirth.
They lived under the same roof but were like strangers; her heart full of warmth, while he was secretly on guard against her.
Back then, his gaze was just as cold and distant, his demeanor shielded by a thick transparent layer.
She tried to get closer but couldn't, while he kept her at arm's length, as if she were a plague.
Yu Chiyin noticed that her eyes were getting redder, her lips drawn tightly, and her face so full of grievance she could hang an oil bottle off it.
