Seeing He Zeqing remain unresponsive, Su Yunfei felt an overwhelming wave of despair crash over him. He hated this aloofness, this infuriating silence that seemed to mock his pain.
"Just say something, Zeqing. Please…" His voice cracked, trembling as he softly begged. He didn't care what He Zeqing said—an explanation, an excuse, even a lie—anything was better than this unbearable silence.
He Zeqing took a deliberate step back, putting distance between himself and Su Yunfei. The action was subtle, but to Su Yunfei, it spoke volumes. Noticing the movement, he chuckled bitterly, his laughter hollow and tinged with pain.
"My sister admired you so much," Su Yunfei began, his voice lowering to a whisper, each word laced with raw emotion. "And yet, even after seven years since her death, the man she loved never once visited her grave. Not once. Even when she was alive, you barely looked at her. You ignored her, dismissed her as if she were nothing."
