"Xixi, let's go..."
The hint of desperate madness in his eyes was simply unbearable to witness.
"Xiaojue, I'm not going with you! I never will." She declared firmly.
Heartbroken, Huang Xiaojue turned and left.
Yan Xixi dashed back in and shut the door with a BANG.
Wan Donglin was caught off guard, narrowly avoiding being knocked to the ground.
She ran back in, hurling herself onto the bed, burying her head deep in the pillow.
Wan Donglin stood to the side, a wide, triumphant grin spreading across his face. Huang Xiaojue, I won't go with you; it's never going to happen! Good heavens. I heard it with my own ears. A clean break. So resolute.
I had no idea witnessing someone else's breakup could be so satisfying—well done, Xixi. Truly well done. I knew I hadn't misjudged you. All the effort I put in wasn't for nothing.
For a long, long time, silence reigned.
Unable to stand it, Wan Donglin broke the silence, "Hey, Miss, don't suffocate yourself."
