Yao Qing listened to his voice, swallowing several gulps of air that should have been bitter, for otherwise her throat would not feel so sour and uncomfortable from her throat to her heart.
In this relationship, she seemed to be the proactive one, with Yu Yanshen always finding ways to appease her when she got angry, spoiling her at every turn, each day bringing new sweetness.
But in reality, she was the truly passive one, her love and hate were not hers to control, her comings and goings were not hers to decide.
She really wished to place herself in a realm he couldn't reach, his every appearance shattered her seemingly serene life, dragging her back to the turning points of life.
Tired, really tired.
"You're getting engaged, and yet you care about where I go?" Yao Qing brushed back her hair that had fallen beside her cheek with a swift hand, revealing her mostly hidden gaze to Yu Yanshen's view.
There wasn't much change in his expression, his gaze simply never left her eyes.
