Startled, she sat up, flinging off the blanket with one hand, while stretching out the other to turn on the light.
"Rumo..."
Before her tenderness had a chance to bloom, a coat was thrown over her head, and the warmth of the young man by the bed suddenly grew distant, followed by his low chiding, "Get out!"
Jin Manman's body stiffened, and by the time she sat up in bed, Jin Rumo was already standing in front of the French windows, lighting a cigarette against the hazy night outside.
She clutched the coat to her chest, but couldn't stop her eyes from reddening, tears swirling within them.
"Rumo, do you really despise me that much? Am I really so unbearable in your heart?"
She had dressed up like this tonight to visit his room, knowing how much courage she had mustered. Yet he wouldn't even glance at her, his tone was so cold, his demeanor so decisive.
Jin Rumo stood in front of the French windows, wordlessly smoking.
Jin Rumo stiffened slightly.