Half an hour later.
Song Shiwei, having finished her bath, sat in a chair staring out the window, lost in thought.
The tightly closed bedroom door was opened.
Qi Yunqian appeared at the doorway, changed into a different set of clothes, his hair slightly damp as if he had also taken a shower.
His eyes, deep and somber, fell upon Song Shiwei, who sat in the chair, unresponsive to his arrival, her gaze empty. A dull pain seized his heart.
The hand gripping the doorframe suddenly tightened, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, revealing his inner turmoil.
Looking at Song Shiwei like this, Qi Yunqian felt somewhat powerless.
He had no idea how to behave towards her in a way that would make her abandon the thought of leaving him.
It was only when he embraced her deeply that Qi Yunqian could briefly feel as though he truly possessed her.
Silence reigned in the room, neither of them spoke.
