Yin Mo liked He Chen, but she only had emotional dependence on him, without entrusting her future to him.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the apartment was frozen and silent.
Yin Mo didn't want to argue, nor could she argue.
Her personality was like this, gentle and reserved.
Facing such a situation, Yin Mo had only two choices, leave coldly or gently coax him.
So, Yin Mo tentatively tugged at He Chen's shirt, "Don't be angry, I won't pick it up anymore."
He Chen felt uncomfortable and even a bit distressed inside.
He clenched his teeth, looking at the timid Yin Mo, with an unresolvable thick emotion in his eyes.
He Chen turned around and walked away with big strides, his back looking even ruthless.
Yin Mo's hand froze in mid-air, awkwardly at a loss.
She stood there, watching his figure disappear at the door, suddenly feeling an indescribable sense of grievance and sadness.
Yin Mo lowered her head, arms hanging by her sides, bewildered about where to go.
