She finally spoke those words, carrying with them a sense of decisiveness and a courage of risking it all. Once she finished, she didn't dare to look at him again, keeping her head down as if she were a convict awaiting judgment, intensely anxious in waiting.
Indeed, in front of him, she really did feel like a convict.
She liked him, but she had hurt him. She wanted to be with him, but she was aware of the distance between them.
Thus, the waiting at this moment felt like sheer agony to her.
If the air could solidify, time too seemed frozen. In this instant, in this room, it was so quiet that she could hear the sound of blood flowing in her veins.
As minute after minute passed, Hu Xiaoyan stood there, truly unable to recall how long she had been waiting, until she began to think he would never answer the question.
Finally, from the doorway, she heard him coldly say: "No need!"
Three words!
Just these terse, concise three words shattered all her hopes.
