In the end, he never answered the question.
After Lu Yanhe finished speaking, he seemed to notice something amiss and hastily explained, "They're all new, she hasn't worn them."
Having said that, he didn't look at her again and turned away, leaving only a cold and indifferent back.
Before leaving, he kindly closed the door for her.
Su Jia watched his back gradually fade away, finally disappearing from her sight.
She drew a self-mocking smile and took a long time to calm the flutter in her heart, dragging her weary body step by step toward the bathroom.
The warm water soothed her body, but her heart remained icy cold.
Lu Yanhe didn't leave; he stood at the door after closing it, only departing when he heard the sound of water flowing from the bathroom.
For some reason, his body felt heavy as if filled with lead.
He moved to the sofa in the living room and lay down, staring at the ceiling with a mind full of chaos.
