Huo Yunxiao frowned deeply, his eyes narrowing with a mixture of confusion, frustration, and a twinge of helplessness. "Shen Mu, you know that's not what I meant," he said, his voice low but firm, carrying the weight of unspoken emotions that had been simmering inside him for far too long.
His mind, however, was restless, replaying a scene he could not shake off. He had just remembered, with almost unbearable clarity, the sentence that Lu Xize had casually dropped not long ago—how he had spent three whole months preparing and delivering a custom-made dress for his ex-fiancée. That thought struck Huo Yunxiao's chest like a sudden, sharp blow, leaving a suffocating ache in his heart. The sting of jealousy and helplessness wrapped around him tightly, constricting his breathing as he imagined Shen Mu in the hands of someone else, smiling so freely, so effortlessly, to a man who was not him.
