Lin Fan was still angry. He knew that, at this time, he should calm down, act kindly, and be considerate of her actions.

But he couldn’t stand it.

His mind was consumed by agitation and a tinge of sorrow, but his tone did become gentler. “Do you care that much about him? What about me? Even after I came here in this wretched state, why didn’t you ask why? When I said that I was drunk, did you really believe that? Why was I drunk, what did I do while I was drunk—don’t you care about any of that? Do you only care about him?”

Cheng Xi took a deep breath. What he was saying wasn’t technically correct; in reality, she had asked him all those questions when he had first entered through the door. It wasn’t that she didn’t care, but rather that she could tell that he didn’t want to answer.

But now wasn’t...