Gu Chenxiao leaned against the wall, the light from the corridor casting a warm hue over his cold, indifferent face.
His eyebrows slightly furrowed, his defined fingers casually fiddled with a delicate room key.
He glanced at the lock on the door behind him, then at the room key in his hand; a light swipe was all it took for the door to open.
Yet, he hesitated to do so.
The voice of Wei Shiran kept repeating in his mind, especially now as he stood at the door.
"She doesn't love you!"
Click—
The room key in his hand snapped in two.
A valiant sacrifice.
Gu Chenxiao suddenly felt a wave of irritation.
He had never cared whether Song Yan loved him or not, just as Song Yan had never asked if he loved her.
Once they were together, neither of them dwelled on this question.
Why bother with it?
After a while, Gu Chenxiao straightened up, tossed the now useless room key into the trash bin, and started walking towards the elevator.
