Arriving at the North Garden, Beiming Han still held onto her hand tightly. Back in the bedroom, he made her sit down and crouched in front of her, asking, "Have you had breakfast? I asked Aunt Zhou to make your favorite."
"Stop talking, stop saying anything... I've made up my mind." Gu Qingxin shook her head.
"I'll tell Aunt Zhou what to make for lunch too... Don't you like shrimp? I'll ask Aunt Zhou to make more." Beiming Han looked at her.
"Beiming Han, I told you we're breaking up!" Gu Qingxin suddenly shouted, desperately pulling her hand away.
"Dinner also needs to be ready... You've been out for so long; you must be tired. I'll go tell Aunt Zhou. You rest, rest..."
Beiming Han stood up and kept retreating, automatically tuning out her words. He wouldn't listen; as long as he pretended not to hear, he could act like nothing had happened.
He didn't want to know what had happened; he didn't want to know at all...
