Lin Xu's mood was beyond just being hurt.
She hung her head low, her long eyelashes casting a soft shadow over her eyes, lips like petals, turned white and withered from her own biting, a sight too pitiful to behold.
Lin Xu felt deflated, helpless as she looked at her, "So do you want to leave me now?"
"..."
Su Tingyan looked at Lin Xu, his black pupils filled with indulgence, his gaze like a vortex that was hard to stare into deeply without feeling like one would be drawn into his unfathomable depths.
But Su Tingyan didn't believe he had feelings for her.
How long had they even known each other?
Su Tingyan looked at him questioningly, "What benefit is there for you to be with me?"
"Benefit? Does being with someone always require a benefit?" he stared intently at Su Tingyan.
Su Tingyan gave a self-deprecating smile. He was uniquely handsome, extravagant, from a top family, with a perfect physique—there probably wasn't a second person like him in the world.
