Pursed lips,
"Speak clearly. Otherwise, I won't understand what you're thinking."
Jun Yu's eyelashes trembled. His hand clenched and then released as his voice slowly emerged,
"A toy, naturally, is cherished when it's liked, everything about it is pleasing. But once it's no longer wanted, it's, once again, abandoned."
He articulated every single word.
The kneeling Qin Qingyue's body instantly stiffened.
Jun Yu lifted his head, looking at Su Yan, the corners of his mouth carrying a faint smile in his pitch-black eyes,
"Whether I'm kept or not doesn't really matter to me, I'm fine either way."
He spoke lightly, but Su Yan's heart felt as if it had been pricked by a needle, a piercing pain in an instant.
She looked at him, very seriously,
"Are you trying to say, that to me, you're just a toy? Is that what you mean?"
At this moment, all her attention had shifted from Qin Qingyue to Jun Yu's words.
Su Yan pursed her lips, watching him,
"Is that all you feel?"
She was angry.
