Money Makes Us Happy, Trash Won't

Liliana only slowed her steps when she entered the hallway leading to the elevators. Briefly glancing beside her, she saw Lucas' concerned look.

"...sorry."

Liliana slowly let go of Lucas' arm and walked ahead of him before stopping. Her expression carried traces of shame. Unshed tears pooled in her eyes as she held back from crying.

Lucas stared at Liliana's hunched back. He clenched his fists for a moment, his mind was trying to digest the incident that had just happened.

"Miss Xin, don't say sorry," said Lucas after a period of silence.

Liliana sniffled. She rubbed her eyes, still refraining from crying.

Without looking back at Lucas who stood behind her, Liliana answered, her voice was croaked, "I'm too... angry and ashamed. I'm exhausted. Just why... he can't understand? I don't want... to have anything... to do with him anymore."