The man before her had bloodshot eyes. He'd lost all his composure and dignity, his voice a series of sharp questions.
It was as if *he* were the one being given the cold shoulder for no reason.
...That's right. Nothing had happened yet.
'He had every right to be bewildered.'
'And after being pushed away and treated so coldly, time and again, he had every right to be angry.'
Chen Minrou closed her eyes, forcing down the bitter sting in her heart. "I'm not being cold to you," she said. "You're exhausted from your long journey. Now that you're home, you should bathe first."
She took half a step back, tossing him an explanation.
"Alright..."
The tension in Zhao Shijie's face visibly eased. He leaned in to kiss her. "You can be upset with me, but Minmin, you at least have to tell me why. We're going to spend the rest of our lives together. Don't torture me like this."
His lips were dry.
There was stubble on his jaw.
Rough.
