Xu Jiamu didn't make a sound, but silently pulled his hand trapped between the door, and flatly handed the bellboy his keys. "May I trouble you to please park the car. Thank you."
When the bellboy took the keys, Xu Jiamu turned around and walked into the China World Hotel.
He stood in the elevator with a dull expression on his face, and his eyes looking dead ahead. With his good hand, he silently rubbed his other clamped hand that was covered in dark purple bruises. He felt an excruciating pain from a single touch, but no matter how much it hurt, it was just an incredibly small fraction of the pain he felt in his heart.
He clearly was dead set on forgetting about her, and wanted to break any habits he developed that had anything to do with her... However, whenever he saw her, he couldn't help but stare at her in a trance. Now, he didn't even have any right to say a simple 'hello'.
One day, he'll get rid of the habit of staring at her transfixed, too.
