"Chen Xi, what's wrong?" Tang Fei felt the weight on her body lift and opened her eyes to see him sitting on the edge of the bed. Somehow, a sudden sense of loss swept through her heart.
What's wrong with him? Why would he suddenly... stop at this moment?
She sat up and cautiously tried to look at his face.
She noticed that his expression wasn't good either. Was he preoccupied? Or could it be...
Just as these thoughts crossed her mind, Ye Chenxi suddenly stood up, grabbed the coat beside him and put it on. He turned to Tang Fei, "Why don't you rest first? I'll go out for a bit."
Tang Fei watched him, not making a sound.
Yet she still saw him leave, closing the door behind him.
Staring at the door that separated them, Tang Fei felt as if a knife was cutting into her heart, piece by piece.
The pain was such that it felt like blood was dripping out, drop by drop.
