In the darkness, the large hand that had been gripping her tightly slowly released.
Rong Yan rubbed her wrist, which had been sore from the grip, pressed her lips together tightly, and looked up at him with her starry eyes. "I wasn't planning on asking. You told me to ask, so I asked."
"When I called you, who were you with? Was the voice I heard Chu Xi? Was you ditching me tonight related to her? Why were you two still together at that hour? Does she have feelings for you?"
There were some questions she hadn't wanted to ask, but they were stuck in her throat. If she didn't get them out, she'd feel suffocated.
Rong Yan poured out all the questions she wanted to ask in one go, then waited leisurely for his answers.
"That's everything I wanted to ask. I've asked it all."
She crossed her arms over her chest, her snow-white face now covered with a layer of icy coldness, as though she had built an invisible wall around herself.
