He would probably despise her because of this...
Li Yuntang's eyebrows slightly raised as he looked down at Yan Xiaye, who refused to meet his eyes, his expression cooling at her overly polite words, "The deal is off, is this your own idea, Xiaye?"
"...Yes."
Yan Xiaye's tongue felt bitter. She vigorously nodded, as if scared that a second later she would regret, "You have been so caring towards me, yet I could not reciprocate. I am truly sorry, so you don't need to be gentle to me anymore."
There was a time when she, delirious with a high fever, knelt by his side and said exactly the same words.
Li Yuntang was used to Yan Xiaye being polite with him, but this was also what he disliked the most.
He had experienced so much with her. From her initial distant vigilance, she gradually opened up, willing to smile brilliantly or cry sorrowfully in front of him. Yet now, it seemed everything was starting over again.
