Before Yushan got far, Xin followed him, catching up in the living room. The sudden presence of Xin, stark naked, made Yushan halt mid-step.
"Over? So this is what you've been planning all along?" Xin said, his tone sharp, edged with a frustration that wasn't softened by any pretense.
His voice bounced off the walls, carrying weight and accusation, wrapping around Yushan and forcing him to stop and face the reality of the confrontation. "The reason I said we should leave is not only because of Xiao Jun, but just because I care, because I want what's best for us."
Yushan's shoulders tensed as he exhaled slowly, trying to push down the mix of fatigue, anger, and disbelief swelling inside him. "Thanks for caring, but I already told you that I don't want to leave, and as I said, whatever was between us is over," he said quietly. His voice didn't waver, but inside, a storm raged, swirling thoughts and emotions into a tight knot of tension that pressed against his chest.
