Her hands trembled, unsure if it was out of anger or fear, and her waist seemed to have been twisted too. After a few futile attempts to get up, she simply lay on his white shirt, clutching tightly, her hoarse voice as weak as a mosquito's buzz, "Why... why have we become like this? Our relationship is getting worse and worse, I'm really scared... I'm slowly becoming afraid of saying the wrong thing when talking to you, even acting with extreme caution.
You're always like this, saying nothing, leaving everything for me to figure out on my own. You know full well that with my intelligence, there's no day I'll figure it out myself, and I've stopped holding any expectation for your emotional intelligence...
If I now attribute your inexplicable behavior tonight to caring about me, will you again say I'm unworthy, accuse me of being self-deceiving? What exactly do you want from me? Leng Sichen, you're too much!"
