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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nEvery time she tried to take the initiative to speak to him, he would respond with distancing and rejecting coldness.

nChu Lui looked at the watch on his wrist. It was already one o’clock. He pushed the door and walked in, but Xia Ruoxin opened the door a step ahead of him.

n“You’re back.” She was like a dutiful wife, waiting stubbornly for him to come home. She had light shadows under her eyes, and it was apparent that she did not have a good rest for a long time.

n“I don’t want to hear your voice. It’s awful.” He walked past her, his heartless voice ripping apart Xia Ruoxin’s heart once again.

nWas her voice awful? She pressed her lips together tightly.

n“I don’t like seeing you hanging around here, too. You’re ugly.”

nHis thin lips opened and closed, his every word and sentence extremely cruel.

n“Even the air you breathe in is dirty.”

nIn his eyes, there was probably not one good point on her now.

nXia Ruoxin was still standing behind him. She could only see his back slowly get blurry. She did not want to cry, but she could not hold it in.

nIn the end, she sobbed lowly and miserably. Did God give women tears for them to experience sorrow?

nChu Lui locked himself in the room, faintly hearing Xia Ruoxin’s suppressed cries. He pressed his lips together and flung his documents on the table.

n“Xia Ruoxin, you deserve this. Our game has ended, and now, what I want for you is really starting. Don’t cry till your eyes go dry; are you going to keep crying for as long as you live?”

nHe tried hard to suppress the uncomfortable feeling in his chest and took out his phone to dial a number.

n“Manni, wait for me tonight. I’ll bring you out to eat.” His face lit up when he heard her delicate and bright voice, his eyes flashing with a mild gentleness.

nThat woman really resembled Xia Yixuan, though not a lot—but he wanted to get closer to her.

nHe took his blazer and walked out again, but there was no one in the living room. He thought he saw a shadow hurry away.

nGood. The edges of his lips lifted slightly—cruelly—and walked out in big strides. It was only after he left that Xia Ruoxin walked out from the side, her face misty and damp.

nHe said he did not like her voice because it sounded awful.

nHe said he did not like seeing her in the living room because she was ugly.

nHe said he hated the air she breathed in because it was disgusting.

nSo she would not speak or appear in front of him. Would this make it better for him and make him not hate her that much anymore?

nHe liked her, didn’t he? If she was obedient, he would treat her better. They would go back to how they were before—perhaps not as an endearing couple, but they would be happy.

nShe still thought that way stubbornly. She was always so stubborn. Whenever she heard sounds from the outside, she would always retreat into her room immediately, no matter what she was doing.

nShe didn’t say a word and didn’t meet him, but she missed him dearly. She wanted to see him. It didn’t matter even if it was just a glimpse from the afar.

nAh Lui, do you know? I miss you.

nWhen she heard the sound of the door closing, she walked out and hurried to the window to look at the man walking into his car. His steps were steady as always, just like before. This was the only time she could look at him, almost longingly and greedily.

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