"I'm not arguing with you!" Lu Yanhe's tone turned colder, "You're the one who constantly thinks I'm deliberately arguing with you."
Su Jia curled her lips, a hint of sarcasm slipped out, "Whether you're arguing with me or not, you know it in your heart."
He closed his eyes briefly, mocking himself, "You think I'm being unreasonable now, but Su Jia, have you ever considered that what I'm giving you now is just a fraction of the coldness you gave me back then?"
"I know, I do. I know." Su Jia leaned dejectedly against the car window, "But what's happened has happened, even if I regret it now, it's useless. Can you just pretend those things are in the past?"
By the end, it gradually became a powerless plea.
"The past?" Lu Yanhe's expression turned complex, "Su Jia, it's been nine years, have you ever thought from my perspective?"
She had nothing to say.
Because she had never thought about it.
