Bo Yan knew her emotions were a bit off now, so he coaxed, "I can't see your face while talking, I don't know if I'm saying the right things, so would you open the door for me, and we talk face to face, please?"
Silence.
Bo Yan sighed, his voice very soft, "Baby, it's my fault for not considering everything thoroughly. I've never been in a relationship, I'm still learning, so forgive me this once, okay?"
Yuran still didn't speak.
Bo Yan simply turned around, his back against the door, "Still don't want to open the door?"
He wasn't angry, but still trying to please her, almost like mumbling sweet nothings.
Yuran reflected on her own off mood, but she really wasn't in the mood to spar with him. She was tired, emotionally more exhausted than physically, which made her feel on the verge of breaking down, "Bo Yan, don't stand there anymore, leave, I don't want to see you tonight."
It felt very meaningless.
