Nie Rujun said she was tired, wiped her tears, and got up to leave.
As for the words he didn't say, she no longer wanted to listen at the moment, no matter what he said, it couldn't affect her decision from now on.
She was no longer angry, and followed Fan Ju home. On the way, there was no communication between them.
Fan Ju tried to speak several times, but was always deterred by her apparent fatigue and indifference.
His grip on the steering wheel became tighter, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.
Enduring all the way home.
Nie Rujun was the first to step through the door, switching on the light, and as she bent down to get her slippers, a pair of arms wrapped around her waist.
The man's heavy breathing blew in her ear, his palms circling her waist, and after a few seconds, they slowly began to wander upward.
Then, a small hand pressed against his, and Nie Rujun, with her back towards him, frowned and said,
"I'm tired. I want to rest early after a shower, let go."
