Shen Chuwei pursed her lips and said nothing, the fog in her eyes swirling as she stared unblinkingly at the man in front of her, while her tears fell endlessly like beads slipping off a broken string.
Seeing her cry so pitifully, Lin Xian couldn't help but feel a rush of panic. The headache struck again, feeling like his head was about to explode with unbearable pain.
The tears blurred her vision, so she didn't notice Lin Xian's discomfort.
Shen Chuwei felt somewhat wronged. All she wanted was for Xiao Jinyan to remember her. If there had truly been a way to do that, she wouldn't have thought to engage in intimate contact to jog his memory.
In all her years, she could count the number of times she had cried on one hand. Today was the first time she was brought to tears by something a man said.
Stupid man!
She wiped her tears, got off the bed, and started packing up the medicine box without saying a word.