Su Yan wiped the cold water from her face and turned to leave.
But as soon as she turned around, she saw Shen Chizheng standing at the doorway.
He stood there silently, gazing at her from a distance.
Eventually, she withdrew her gaze first, walked past him, and prepared to leave.
"Yanyan." His voice came from behind, low and hoarse.
Hearing his voice, Su Yan paused her steps, stopped, but said nothing.
She didn't want to say anything, and indeed, didn't know what to say.
Between them, it seemed there was nothing left to talk about.
"When you're with him, are you happy?" Shen Chizheng asked cautiously, his voice tinged with a hint of loneliness.
Su Yan leaned against the door frame, without turning back, her eyes looking forward. "This is my own matter, it has nothing to do with others."
Happy or not, what's important is that she's clear about it herself; there's no need to tell others.
Shen Chizheng was silent for a long time.
