Xia Zhichu stood there staring blankly, taking a long time to react. His face changed, and only then did he frantically run out of the kitchen, heading to the tightly closed bedroom door: "Xiaoyan, Xiaoyan, open the door. I was wrong, I was just joking with you, Xiaoyan!!"
He pounded on the door hard, hoping the person who just went in would come out from inside.
But, this time, no matter how he knocked, the person inside never opened the door again.
Yes, she was wrong; she shouldn't have made such a demand of him. She knew that after experiencing his fake death, he had completely given up on her, not daring to ask for more.
Yet, to get back at that man, in a fit of pique, she actually suggested getting married to him.
She was wrong, she shouldn't have done it. She reignited his hope, rekindled his love and unwillingness to let go of her, leading to today's situation. It was all her fault.
Hu Xiaoyan packed up all her luggage in the bedroom that night.
