Ruan Tianling's face grew pale as he realized that something was increasingly amiss.
They were in love, but now they were in a cold war over the past.
It was so not worth it…
"Yufei, let's not talk about these things anymore, can we stop?" he said, his voice tense.
Jian Yufei spoke indifferently, "I haven't brought it up; it was you who started talking about it."
"I…" Ruan Tianling opened his mouth, at a loss for words.
Jian Yufei said nothing more and quickly went upstairs.
Back in the bedroom, she closed the door behind her, leaning against it weakly.
Striking him with those words hurt herself as well.
In truth, she wanted to tell him.
She had long stopped caring about the past life's affairs; she didn't blame him anymore.
But she couldn't…
Jian Yufei's chest ached with a dull pain; she didn't wash up, just lay on the bed powerlessly, doing nothing, thinking nothing.
The night grew darker and deeper.