Once inside the room, Xu Shengxia realized that Qi Xiaoqi's floor-to-ceiling window faced east. That meant if he had been looking down from it just now, he must have seen her interaction with Zheng Wenhao.
'But that wasn't important anymore. It's time to make a clean break.'
Xu Shengxia felt not a shred of guilt. She sat down on the sofa in his living room, her head tilted up as she waited for him to speak.
The moment she looked up, Qi Xiaoqi got a clear view of her slightly swollen, red lips. He remembered how he had been worried about her, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window and waiting, only to witness the scene of her and Zheng Wenhao embracing. A sharp pain squeezed his heart, and his hands tightened into fists.
"What would you like to drink?" Qi Xiaoqi asked, his voice low and heavy.
Xu Shengxia's throat felt a little dry, so she didn't hesitate, saying:
"I'll have some ice water."
