Xiang Yimo lit a cigarette and stood on the balcony, exhaling puffs of smoke as his eyebrows knitted into a frown that seemed impossible to smooth out.
After finishing a cigarette, he calmed down considerably and walked back into the bedroom.
The person under the covers was still trembling and sobbing.
Xiang Yimo sighed impatiently and pulled back Zhong Lingling's blanket.
The sheet was soaked with a large patch of Zhong Lingling's tears.
It was he who should be feeling wronged, not this woman, who acted as if she were more aggrieved than him.
"I really didn't think our relationship would turn out this bad!" Xiang Yimo said hoarsely.
"Yeah, I really didn't expect that one day you would change your heart!" Zhong Lingling said with a bitter smile, her words broken but crystal clear to Xiang Yimo who was close by.
"I changed my heart? It was you who changed first, alright?" Xiang Yimo was incensed.
