The room was dimly lit. Yue Siqing came out of the bathroom, water still beading on his skin.
There was a cigarette caught between his long fingers. He stood at the window, his movements mechanical.
His room wasn't far from Gu Anjin's. If the two of them stood on their balconies at the same time, they could say hi to each other.
Only now, looking over at Gu Anjin's room, the balcony's sliding door was tightly shut, and even the curtains were drawn tight with no gap.
She really was starting to get rid of him.
Yue Siqing's face was dark to a terrifying degree. The sharp, hidden pain in his chest made him want to rush straight into her room and use actions to tell her that in this lifetime she could forget about it.
But then that sentence echoed in his head: don't force her to hate him.
That was his biggest weakness.
What he feared most was that she would hate him, that she wouldn't love him.
