In the dim room, only the sound of resistance could be heard.

After everything had ended, a melancholy and ambiguous atmosphere filled the quiet air.

Yan Kexin stared blankly at the ceiling, a hint of anger flashing across her eyes.

That beast!

She struggled to get up, and slapped Han Luofeng hard across his face, gritting her teeth, "Bastard!"

Han Luofeng caught her hand, and there was still a lingering flush in his eyes, "After all, you will be my woman sooner or later, what does it matter whether it's a day early or a day late?"

After not seeing him for so many years, the first thing he did when he came back was to propose marriage to her. As he grew older, his temper hadn't abated at all.

"Who is your woman? Get lost!" Angered to her limit, Yan Kexin pulled her hand back hastily, wrapping herself in a blanket like a spiky hedgehog that was on edge.

However, Han Luofeng ignored her anger, gave a light laugh, and walked into the bathroom without bothering to dress. Full filled and content, he clearly didn't want to argue with Yan Kexin.

The sound of the running water echoed in her ears.

Panic finally crossed Yan Kexin's angry face, her mind went blank.

She didn't know why things had turned out this way, or how to fix it.

Shaking, she got up and got dressed. While Han Luofeng was still not out, she didn't dare to delay any longer, and fled in a hurry.

Ever since that chaotic day, the once confident Yan Kexin had turned into an ostrich, hiding in her house all day, hardly stepping out, and absolutely refused to mention anything about seeking the Han family for a divorce.

The weather as autumn approaches is characterized by daily rains, a gentle, drizzling rain, as if imitating the oppressive mood within one’s mind.

In a not so large room, a pretty girl with her hair down and glasses removed sat beside Yan Kexin who was deeply engrossed in her phone.

"Kexin, can you explain what happened that night? Did you manage to record anything?" Shu Ya sat beside her, combing her hair and asked doubtfully. Ever since she came back from secretly recording Han Luofeng's activities, she had been in a depressed mood. It wasn't like her.

“Huh?” Yan Kexin who’d been casually browsing Weibo, suddenly seemed elusive after hearing the question.

Her family's falling fortunes had unexpectedly resulted in an arranged marriage proposal. Her parents were adamant, but she was vehemently against it, she'd even moved out of her house to share rent with Shu Ya.

Despite multiple attempts to meet her so-called fiancé, she had never seen him face-to-face.

In desperation, she had resorted to this plan of capturing his scandalous photos to threaten Han Luofeng, but never did she expect such a sitcom-like drama to unfold.

Shu Ya, being her close friend, she shouldn't have hidden such things. However, how could she confess about contriving to expose the immoral deeds of others but ended up entrapping herself?

“Didn’t…Didn’t manage to capture any useful photos, such a waste of my time and efforts.” She let out a hollow laugh, looking absolutely evasive.

Shu Ya didn't quite understand what was going on with Kexin and sighed heavily.

The ambiguity in her response gave away the fact that Yan Kexin wasn’t willing to share.

“What about the video camera? You didn't bring it back."

Shuya casually mentioned, causing Yan Kexin's face to lose more color—she left the camera at Han Luofeng's place.

She retched back a little, her heart pounded fiercely, and she lowered her gaze, squeaking “Oh, I'll bring that back another day…”

The "ding" of a text message interrupted the conversation between the two. Yan Kexin quickly checked her phone, trying to hide her embarrassment, but the content of the message caused her to pause.

It was a message from her boyfriend, Duan Yi: I'm outside.

She pursed her lips and quickly sent a reply: I'm not feeling well, you should leave.

Just as she put down her phone, there was a knock at the door, followed by Duan Yi's deep, worried voice: "Kexin, open the door!"

Shu Ya stood up, jokingly glancing at Yan Kexin as she walked towards the door: "Look, the paragon of a good man is here again."

She turned her head, a barely noticeable bitterness flashing in her eyes.

"Don't open the door!"

Yan Kexin yelled in shock, racing barefoot to stand guard by the door, spreading out her arms like a pair of wings.

She had done something to betray Duan Yi, betrayed him... How could she face him?

Shu Ya frowned, instinctively guessing: "Did you two have a fight?"

These days, Duan Yi had been trying to see Kexin, only to be turned away. Kexin had been tight-lipped and unwilling to share what was going on, which left Shu Ya in the dark whenever Duan Yi questioned her.

“No, I just don’t want to see him.” Yan Kexin lowered her head, guilt flashing rapidly through her eyes.

The knocking from behind the door grew more urgent, accompanied by Duan Yi's anxious voice: “Tell me what’s wrong, why are you silent? I’m worried about you!”

But Yan Kexin felt annoyed: “There’s nothing wrong with me, can you just stop caring about me? Fussing over me is really bothering me!”

The noise outside paused for a moment, and then the voice of Duan Yi, laden with disappointment, was heard lowly: "Okay, then you rest well. I'll come see you in a few days."

Yan Kexin didn't speak, her pretty little face also not displaying much emotion.

Shu Ya unbelievably turned to Yan Kexin, speaking in confusion: "You never used to talk to him like that. What's wrong with you?"

"I..."

Yan Kexin glanced at Shu Ya, faltering in wanting to speak but stopping herself. She was so flustered and agitated that she couldn't find the words.

Her reaction caused Shu Ya to furrow her brows suspiciously.

Kexin had always been clingy with Duan Yi, never randomly rejecting him. Yet recently, her attitude towards him had become particularly strange, especially after she had gone to see Han Luofeng. This made Shu Ya's eyes suddenly change. She grabbed Yan Kexin's arm, questioning: "You haven't been bewitched by Han Luofeng, have you? Have you fallen for Han Luofeng?"

Hearing that man's name, Yan Kexin was startled, quickly withdrawing her hand and turning her face to one side as if guilty, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Shu Ya furrowed her brows tightly, voicing her own guesses, and suddenly questioned with anger, "You've taken a liking to Han Luofeng, haven't you? So you want to dump Duan Yi?"