The chill swept through the private room.
Lu Ying's entire body was tense, his bloodshot eyes growing darker and deeper.
He stared fixedly at Shen Yinning, utterly unable to comprehend how a young girl could be so shrewd, so adept at disguise, and so cold-hearted.
How could she be so cruel?
How could she trample on someone else's feelings so recklessly?
A dense pain spread through his heart, each prick like a needle that left him in unbearable agony.
Yet the young girl across from him merely lifted her pointed, delicate chin in a proud and unrepentant manner.
Lu Ying stood still for a long while, as though he had finally reached a point where he had nothing left to say to her.
He took a deep breath, his expression icy, and slowly turned to leave the private room.
The rain poured relentlessly.
Shen Yinning watched as he closed the door behind him, the arrogance on her face quietly fading away.
