She got out of bed, roughly opened the wardrobe, casually picked out an outfit, and planned to take a shower first. She could hardly stand the smell of alcohol on her.
"Jiaojiao." Jin Jing asked anxiously.
Xu Jiaojiao said indifferently, "I want to take a shower, you can go back first."
"But I still have so much to say to you."
Jin Jing did not intend to leave just like that, and Xu Jiaojiao's demeanor was very cold. He disliked her coldness the most, always feeling anxious as if she were a stranger.
"Suit yourself."
Xu Jiaojiao walked into the bathroom with a complicated look in her eyes but her heart could no longer bear it as she leaned against the wall. She felt unwell, or rather deeply saddened, even unable to meet Jin Jing's gaze; though he was remorseful, it was hard to convince her to listen to Jin Jing's explanations. There was no need for explanations anymore, nor was there any need to hurt each other because of Yue Chengjun.
