His voice was indifferent, like the frost of a winter night, cold and piercing.
"Shenting, are you so unwilling to even look back at me? If you could just look back, I'm right here. We've known each other for so many years, I couldn't possibly hurt you like Miss Ye did."
As she spoke, tears fell from her eyes, but the man didn't pity her. He abruptly pulled away her hand, strode out the door, leaving her with a heartless silhouette.
Shen Shiqing took a deep breath and chased after him with a light jog, but the elevator swiftly went down.
A hint of mockery flashed in her eyes as she stood at the elevator door, wiping away her tears with a light sneer.
How could Huo Shenting not understand that unrequited love is so painful, that if only he would turn around, they could find comfort in each other?
But his eyes held no place for her.
...
Ye Shu sat on the couch, idly playing with the remote control in her hands.
