He doesn't like her; isn't that a fact well known to both of them?
Xiaye wanted to respond, but as the words came to her lips, she suddenly found herself unable to speak.
A sour taste rose from the bottom of her heart; she had never expected Yuntang to truly like her. Now, did she still need to admit this herself?
"Why aren't you speaking?" Yuntang's voice deepened further, in the silent night it sounded like perfect seduction, pressuring Xiaye about her feelings in an unhurried manner: "Do you think I treat every woman the way I treat you?"
"..."
Xiaye silently looked up at the man, as the suppressed melancholy in her heart suddenly spiraled out of control.
Nothing in this world was more unbearable than shameful craving and unrequited desire. For so long, she had played the role that Yuntang desired, but had he ever cared about her suffering?
