But she tried to shrink to the other side of the bed as much as possible, with nearly a third of her body hanging off the edge, and unconsciously she kept moving further out.
Shi Che coldly watched her movements, those that avoided him like the plague, and his expression grew increasingly grim. He suddenly stood up, slammed down the wine glass on the nightstand, and once again stormed out of the room.
Ling Chuxia listened to the slamming door, her body shook violently, and she clenched her hands tightly. In the end, everything returned to silence.
Once Shi Che had left, Ling Chuxia relaxed. She thought she would be able to fall asleep quickly, but to her surprise, just like before, she couldn’t sleep at all.
Her body was exhausted, and so was her mind, but it was as if something in her thoughts kept pulling at her, preventing her from falling asleep no matter what.
Ling Chuxia opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, her gaze gradually becoming distant and unfocused.
In three years, she thought she had learned to endure, to swallow her grievances, to face everything calmly, to not feel sad, to not shed tears.
But in the end... she had overestimated herself.
Shi Che treated her this way, knowing she couldn’t be upset, yet she still felt sad.
No... not just a little, she was very sad.
Shi Che’s disdainful look, his actions of discarding her like trash, his merciless harsh words—every bit of it made her sad.
But she knew she couldn’t be sad, she didn’t have the right to be.
After a while, Ling Chuxia finally lifted her hand, wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes, and silently closed them again.
The next day, sunlight filtered through the gauze curtains and brightened the room gradually.
Ling Chuxia had always had a precise biological clock; even after spending the night in a daze, she woke up promptly at eight o’clock in the morning.
Ling Chuxia sat up in bed for a moment, then slid out from under the blankets. She put on her slippers and walked to the window, drawing back the curtain. Without the barrier of the gauze, the sunlight beamed directly in, warming her, and she couldn’t help but close her eyes.
No matter how difficult yesterday was, today was a new day.
Ling Chuxia took a deep breath, trying to encourage herself, then went into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth.
As Ling Chuxia was busy with herself, she thought she heard the sound of the room door opening. She paused and unconsciously looked out.
She saw Shi Che’s tall figure walk in at a leisurely pace; he seemed to glance at her, or maybe he didn’t, and went straight to the wardrobe.
But Ling Chuxia was frozen in place.
Because, every time Shi Che had previously stormed out, he would leave the house directly and wouldn’t appear for months, without any news. But last night... he was so angry and yet... he hadn’t left?