The moonlight streaming through the tall glass windows bathed his handsome face in a cold, ghostly glow.
His jaw clenched tightly as a strange, unfamiliar emotion twisted through his chest like a blade.
Guilt… or perhaps… fear.
In the bathroom, Yueyao's hoarse cries mingled with the wet sounds of her retching, her knees scraping painfully against the cold marble as she clung to the toilet bowl, her entire body shaking uncontrollably.
Tears streamed down her face as she pressed her forehead against the freezing porcelain, her raw throat burning with acid and despair.
'Even if I die… it won't be in your arms…'
Shen Xiao stood at the bathroom door, his tall frame leaning against the polished oak as he watched her retch violently into the toilet.
Her thin shoulders heaved with each painful gag, tears streaming down her pale, clammy cheeks. The dress she wore clung to her damp back, revealing the sharp ridges of her spine beneath translucent fabric.
