"On what grounds are you breaking up with me? I don’t agree, I absolutely don’t agree, you’d better get that idea out of your head." Yan Song planted his feet firmly, his face the picture of unyielding defiance. Yun Ya hooked the corner of his lips and simply rolled over to lie down, "I’m tired, Brother Yan, you should leave first." Yan Song wanted to say more, but seeing Yun Ya’s pale complexion, he held back and turned to leave. Soon he came back in with a bowl of porridge and some side dishes, which he placed on the bedside table, "Get up and eat something." He left again as if in a huff. When leaving the room, he was extra careful to close the door gently. Yun Ya shook his head with a smile, propped himself up and sat up, lifting the bowl of porridge to sniff it. How delicious it smelled, unmistakably the handiwork of Brother Yan. After slowly finishing the porridge and rubbing his stomach, he lay down again. Staring at the ceiling in a daze, one moment he was dreaming of scenes from a past life, and the next he imagined Brother Yan hopping mad; a tender smile slowly curled the corners of her mouth. This time, she would not shy away. She would be brave, regardless of our outcome, I will have no regrets. Brother Yan, you too must try hard, please don’t let me down. Yan Song sat on the sofa in the living room, hands clasped tightly into fists on his knees, his countenance dark, his brows furrowed, his whole demeanor saying ’keep out.’ Ji Die tiptoed around him. Was this an argument with the young miss? The room’s soundproofing was poor; it sounded like they were fighting just now, the young miss mentioned breaking up... If it had been before, Ji Die would have been pleased; it would have been better if they had split up, but now, seeing the young man so restless, she couldn’t bear it... alas, she was too soft-hearted. Yun Miao was playing with puzzles on the balcony carpet, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing because of him, completely absorbed in his world of jigsaw puzzles. Just thinking of the word ’breakup’ made him want to lash out violently; he had clearly apologized already, why did she keep harping on it, insisting on a breakup? He wished he could crack open his own head to see what the hell was inside. They say a woman’s heart is an unfathomable sea; today he had seen it firsthand, completely clueless as to what she was really thinking. Was he not gentle or considerate enough as a boyfriend? Or did he simply fail to fulfill his duties? He calmed down and reflected carefully on the events that had led up to this. It was because he made some thoughtless remarks last night while helping Miaomiao with her pants, which angered her and led to a fight, triggering the whole mess. He admits those words were spoken without thinking, driven by impulse. He had already apologized sincerely just before; by all logic, that should have smoothed things over, yet she... why? Suddenly, he thought of the words Yun Ya had said; was it fear that he made those apologies insincerely, afraid to wound his pride, so she preferred to break up? From that perspective, it seems quite magnanimous and forgiving. In truth, however, it was exactly what crushed his pride. Ji Yunya, without even asking for my opinion, you casually decided to break up; you really are something. She said he had a bad temper, lashing out at her whenever he felt like it. She said she hated this side of himself... Yan Song’s eyes gradually steadied, in the end, it was his foul temper that made her feel insecure. For instance, last night, he shouldn’t have just walked away; she must have been very scared and disappointed then. Yan Song had never considered his temper to be a problem before, but now, he had to confront it. He had this nagging feeling that if he didn’t correct his temper, he would lose Yun Ya forever. Fresh chapters posted on novel★fire.net No... he couldn’t even bear the thought. Faced with a choice again, between his pride and Yun Ya, he didn’t hesitate to choose the latter. Compared to Yun Ya, what were his self-esteem and pride? Conversely, if he lost Yun Ya, what good would those preserved notions of pride and self-esteem do for him? He never imagined that one day he would relinquish the pride he had nurtured for over a decade, ingrained in his very bones, all for a woman. Far from feeling embarrassed, it felt absolutely right. If he corrected his temper, would she then not break up with him? Yes, that must be it. As long as she stopped mentioning a breakup, he’d be willing to do anything she asked. Yan Song felt like he had found hope, his eyes lighting up. Miaomiao was no longer an issue for him; the urgent thing now was to make Yun Ya have a change of heart. Thinking it over, he walked to the balcony and stood there, watching Miaomiao. Perhaps the shadow cast overhead disrupted Miaomiao’s sight. Lifting his eyes irritably, he glared at the tall figure in front of him.