Zhuo Xiangnan stretched out his hand to push Lin Yao's hand off his arm. As he restrained his emotions, the veins on his arms bulged menacingly.
"That piece was never played by you; I shouldn't have come to ask," Zhuo Xiangnan methodically pried her fingers open as he spoke indifferently to Lin Yao, "You don't need to come here anymore, we no longer need to see each other."
Lin Yao stiffened, she wanted to grasp Zhuo Xiangnan's hand and ask him what he really meant by his words just now. She caught his hand and presented a forced smile, "Xiangnan, what do you mean by this?"
Lin Yao clenched Zhuo Xiangnan's hand tightly, as if the moment she let go, Zhuo Xiangnan would vanish into thin air. She looked at him with eyes full of anxiety.
Zhuo Xiangnan watched her quietly. From her gaze, he could see her nervousness, but he had become unable to discern whether her emotions were genuine; perhaps after acting for so long, she had started to mistake the false for the real.
