She lifted her lips slightly, each word cold and unfeeling, "Gu Chaohan, I'm not in the mood to accompany your drunken madness."
"..."
"I'm tired and want to rest. If you want to go crazy, find someone else."
After speaking, she pushed him away forcefully.
Gu Chaohan looked at his empty hands, letting out a helpless, bitter laugh.
Countless times, he had abandoned his pride and dignity to be close to her, wanting to hold her, only to be pushed away with force.
She didn't know that every time she pushed him away, it was like a knife, slicing his dignity, leaving it bloodied and mangled.
And these wounds, he could only hide deep in his heart, letting them fester and be hard to heal.
After a long time, Gu Chaohan moved closer to her.
He reached out, enveloping her slender waist, burying his face in her neck, "Good night."
Su Yan didn't respond; the large bedroom was filled only with her steady breathing.
She seemed to have fallen asleep.
