Bai Xiaoyu stood in a corner of the elevator, and when he looked up and saw Gu Xiaoer, a trace of unease flashed through his indifferent eyes before it quickly disappeared. Listening to the gentle and faint "Minister Bai" from her lips, his heart tightened sharply.
When did their relationship become so estranged?
He couldn't blame her; he deserved it; it was his choice.
"Mm," he replied with equal indifference, straightening his stance slightly as the palms of his hands clasped lightly behind him.
How awkward it was; the atmosphere between the two familiar people was definitely that of strangers who had just met, or even more awkward than strangers. It was as if children who had played happily together a few days before were now at odds over a piece of candy, neither wanting to acknowledge the other.
The square-shaped elevator had an air that barely circulated, filled with awkwardness and constriction.