An eerie silence settled between them, thick and heavy. Lu Hanbing stood rigid, his eyes fixated on Hirvan, demanding an answer. The tension in the room was palpable, crackling like static in the air.
"Tell me, why choose him?"
Lu Hanbing's voice was low, but the desperation beneath it was unmistakable. "Why don't you want me anymore? You said it yourself that you had feelings for me!
What changed?
How could he be better than me?"
Hirvan's expression darkened, his body stiffening as all the emotions he had kept bottled up for so long surged to the surface. The absurdity of Lu Hanbing's question snapped something inside him.
"Why?"
Hirvan's voice trembled with frustration, but it quickly built into a sharp, bitter edge.
"You want to know *why*?"
He stood, his fists clenched at his sides, his body shaking with pent-up rage and hurt.
