Ye Feimo's face was as dark as still water, his gaze as deep and bottomless as a chasm. Even if a stone were thrown in, it would make no sound. His silence seemed to condemn her. Wen Nuan kept telling herself, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, don't be sad."
But her heart throbbed with pain.
At that moment, she was even deceiving herself, wanting to hear Ye Feimo say just one sentence: that Han Bi's words were all lies, that he hadn't been with her, hadn't betrayed her. But Ye Feimo said nothing.
He looked at her with a dazed gaze, filled with pain, weariness, and a hint of disappointment that she couldn't comprehend.
Wen Nuan's heart ached as if pierced by a knife. Why was he always like this? If she had said something wrong, he could have refuted it. If it was false, baseless, he could have loudly declared it wasn't true.
But why did he look at her that way, as if everything was her fault?
Enough.
She truly had enough.
