The room was silent, so close that Shen Zhiyi felt enveloped by the overwhelming scent of agarwood emanating from Pei Yu. He kept pressing closer, his voice deep as he demanded, "Answer me."
"Does what I think really matter?"
Shen Zhiyi finally lifted her head, asking seriously, "Pei Yu, you weren't like this before. Didn't you also think it didn't matter? We had a good run, the connection ended, and you accepted it, didn't you?"
If they had parted, then he should just go back to being Chairman Pei, meet other women, and put her, Shen Zhiyi, behind him.
"We've been broken up for over a month now. Why do you ask these questions, do these things, what do you want from me?"
She had been making every effort not to regret her original decision, to think of him as little as possible. When they met, she pretended as if nothing happened. For over a month now, she had just managed to put on a calm façade. Why was Pei Yu provoking her now?
