Her tone was gentle, and it was easy to imagine how soft her heart felt right now.
A softness she had never, ever shown when facing Lu Yanhe.
Lu Yanhe's face went cold. He turned away from her, stopped looking at her, and strode toward the parking spot, his hand gripping the bag tighter and tighter.
Just now, when she said "I miss you too" and "I love you," it was like two knives stabbing into his chest, then slowly grinding inside.
They couldn't kill him, yet they still dealt him a lethal kind of pain, leaving him unable to live, unable to die.
After Su Jia hung up, she turned around and didn't see him, so she jogged all the way to the parking area.
There was a sugary smile hanging on her face the whole time. She opened the passenger door, sat down, and couldn't help complaining, "You didn't even wait for me."
When she finished and looked up, she unexpectedly found his face clouded over.
He'd been fine a second ago, how had he suddenly turned into the King of Hell again?
