Valentine Teller lifted her tear-filled eyes, staring straight at Mark Reed, only able to see a blurry shadow, unable to make out his handsome face clearly.
"Do you know why I'm unhappy?"
"I don't know."
He vaguely felt that her unhappiness was because of him.
But he didn't want to admit it, preferring to believe that she liked him and was happy with him.
She pushed away his burning chest, stepping back two steps, and wiped away the tear stains on her face.
Valentine smiled sadly and captivatingly, "Because of you, when I'm with you, I feel like a soulless doll, I don't like it, it's really exhausting."
"Valentine..."
Mark's heart ached as if stung by a scorpion, his outstretched hand dodged by her.
She curled up in a corner of the sofa like a wounded little animal, trembling slightly.
Mark looked at her hurt, retreated from the master bedroom: "I'll sleep in the guest room."
