A week had passed since that day—since Xia Yuqing had declared she wanted a divorce in front of the world. Since Lu Jinchen had stormed to her apartment, only to faint in front of the building and be sent back.
A week since he had locked himself away in his room, refusing to see anyone. He wasn't eating. He wasn't sleeping. He was drowning himself in alcohol, trying to silence the storm raging inside him. Every day, Fei Ruyan and Lu Junhan had come to check on him, their voices soft, their words gentle.
But he had simply waved them away, slamming the door and letting the silence swallow him. Even Gao Yiming had tried to reason with him, to get him to talk, to open up. But Lu Jinchen refused.
He sat alone, nursing his drink, muttering, shouting, questioning—like a mad lover lost in a world that had suddenly turned against him. No one could believe that the once calm, composed, untouchable man had become this—a shadow of himself, unraveling under the weight of heartbreak.
