Zhou Mingyu looked at the message again.
Her tone not only lacked sadness and resentment but was filled with gossip and curiosity, as if she were quite pleased with her fiancé's infidelity.
He tapped the screen, and eventually replied with just one character.
[Hmm]
After sending it, Zhou Mingyu stared at his phone, reflecting on whether his response was too cold and detached—it was just a single, simple character.
But at that moment, Su Zhiruan replied to him almost instantly.
[Go to sleep early! It's already so late, good night Mr. Zhou.]
Zhou Mingyu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window as he opened her message, and then he opened the window.
A breeze came through the window, wafting the snow-white bed curtains in his room.
He didn't reply to the message and turned off his phone, ready to go to bed.
*
The next day, as Su Zhiruan stretched and sat up from her bed, she casually glanced at the monitor.