"See, why did I bring up these old stories? You might misunderstand and think I still have feelings for you. Don’t worry, I am self-aware enough to know that I won’t be as foolish as before, trying to warm up a stone. A stone can’t be warmed up." Lin Yixun smiled self-deprecatingly, noticing they had already passed the highest point of the Ferris Wheel and were now descending bit by bit. Lin Yixun felt relieved, but Leng Yixiu began to feel troubled. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found himself at a loss for words. The man lowered his arm, turning his gaze to the horizon. The red sun had completely set, leaving only a trace of afterglow. The sky grew darker bit by bit, much like his current mood. That night, the man still held Lin Yixun in his arms, doing nothing. In the darkness, neither of them slept; Lin Yixun because she couldn’t get used to such intimate cuddling, and Leng Yixiu because of the words Lin Yixun had said to him on the Ferris Wheel. That night, more than the two of them suffered from insomnia; Cheng Ying also couldn’t sleep. A woman’s instincts are always accurate. When she called Leng Yixiu in the afternoon, his tone was so indifferent and impatient. The man’s coldness and impatience made her very upset. What made him so eager to hang up her call? She had a feeling that Leng Yixiu wasn’t alone at that time, that there was possibly another woman beside him. Even if this was just a guess, it was enough to drive her mad. Follow current novels on novel-fire.ɴet But she held it in. Who was she? She was the proud Cheng Ying. Her upbringing didn’t allow it, her status didn’t allow her to act like a shrew, questioning in a frenzy. So she pretended nothing had happened and hung up the phone herself. However, when one suppresses emotions for too long, problems will arise. She didn’t have the courage to pierce through that thin layer of paper, nor the courage to question loudly. As a public figure, she dared not show others her internal repression and anxiety. She could only vent all her resentment and dissatisfaction on the objects around her. Looking at the mess in the bedroom, Cheng Ying staggered to the dressing table, gulping down alcohol while staring through the mirror at her face and body. The woman in the mirror had a beautiful face; her features were finely crafted, flawless to the point of perfection. Her body was delicate and fair, slender yet plump, the dream of many men. But why, why was the man she loved drifting further and further away from her? "Why? Why?" Cheng Ying raised her hand, fiercely throwing the wine glass, smashing it on the wall into pieces. The red liquid slowly trickled down the wallpaper, staining the white wall with a blood-red mark, glaring like fresh blood. The sound of the glass shattering pulled Cheng Ying back from her sorrow and anger. She tried to control her emotions, pacing back and forth in the bedroom, pulling her hair, and mumbling to herself. "No, I can’t be angry, can’t be angry. Yes, take medicine, take medicine!" She hurried to the sofa, trembling as she dug out the medicine bottle from her bag, swallowing the pills dry without caring how many. After who knows how long, Cheng Ying finally became calm, returning to her former self. Barefoot, she walked to the dressing table, tidied her messy hair, and took a new lipstick from the disordered table, gently applying it to her lips.