Liang Weining couldn't answer because she was indeed at fault. Some things are best kept in the heart; once written down, the flavor changes, and it's hurtful.
But there is no medicine for regret in this world.
She stammered, at a loss for words, not knowing how to explain herself.
Chen Jingyuan, witnessing her demeanor, undoubtedly read it as confirmation of his suspicion. The girl's silence only made him more certain of his guess.
Indeed, after half a year of dating, he had been too lenient with her.
That leniency had led to the current impasse.
In the prolonged silence, the man's brooding gaze shifted from her profile and settled nonchalantly on the gift bag lying not far away.
Chen Jingyuan's words emerged emotionlessly, "So, you think my gift is expensive but meaningless, not even one ten-thousandth as good as someone else's."
This heart-piercing accusation snapped the girl back to her senses.
She looked up blankly, her eyes filled with confusion.
What someone else.
