Hai Zhao had long been used to chasing after Mr. Yu, and had long been accustomed to her sense of distance towards him, but he really couldn't accept her current indifference towards him.
Because she didn't care, she was completely unaware of how her cruelty affected him.
"If you can't bear to give it away, just take it back. I'll pick another gift for Qian."
"Whatever." Hai Zhao, who had never spoken harshly to Xiaoxi, for the first time showed emotion towards her, his always smiling face now filled with disappointment.
"Oh, then I'll choose something else. Will you drive me?"
Hai Zhao looked at her silently. If there really was a hell in this world, then he felt he was in it at this moment.
He would rather she argue with him, explain things to him, anything but be as she was now. His heart was already cold as frost, yet she remained indifferent.
A epoch named emotion separated his world from hers.
