It was raining on this night in the harbor city, the autumn wind piercing cold outside. Qin Huan's clean school uniform clung embarrassingly to her frail body, rainwater trailed along her pale silhouette and seeped into the collar, trickling onto the shiny floor.
However, when she pushed open that familiar door, the usual quietness was replaced with soft panting noises, leaving Qin Huan standing on the spot like a stone statue.
Just when she couldn't control her agony, the bedroom door swung open, and eye contact was established between Fu Yusen and Qin Huan.
Her eyes were full of pain, his were indifferent.
Qin Huan looked at the man who came out, whose hair on the forehead seemed to be soaked with sweat and scattered casually. Beneath his tall nose were thin lips, his throat seemed to roll slightly due to the sweat.
Her heart clenched, as if being severely gripped. Breathing seemed hard, yet this man merely glanced at her with absolute indifference – as if she didn't exist at all, as if she was merely the air there. Her hand at her side slowly clenched into a fist.
Ever since her first day of college, Fu Yusen had rescued her and appeared in her life, becoming a beam of light in her murky eyes. She constantly hoped that this light could drive the greyness and misery out of her life, but now…
Qin Huan closed her eyes; four years have passed, it has been four years since they started…
Dragging the corner of her lips, she tried to speak through her pain. "Teacher…"
Fu Yusen ignored her. The man who emerged from the bedroom was a bit taken aback as he saw Qin Huan, but he merely shot Fu Yusen a smile.
"Honey, I'll leave first."
Fu Yusen still remained unmoved, pouring a glass of water for himself and drinking it down. He seemed to need to replenish his fluids as if he'd just exhausted some energy, worked up a sweat. His moving throat was enticingly sexy.
But all Qin Huan could feel was unbearable heartache, clenching her fists, lowering her head, she listened to the gradually disappearing sound of high heels.
The room was eerily quiet now, with only the sinful fragrance of passion wafting in the air, suffocating her.
It wasn't until she heard the sound of a cup being put down that Qin Huan slowly came back to herself.
"Let's break up."
Finally, Qin Huan saw Fu Yusen's action of pouring water pause slightly. However, her gaze was drawn in by his slender, defined fingers.
Still, the cold and even disgusted voice that belonged to her echoed in her ears.
"Us?" Fu Yusen squinted his eyes, fully filled with mockery towards her.
"Break up? Have we ever been together?"
The simple few words caused Qin Huan's lean body to sway. Her face turned paler and paler, and at this moment, she looked as embarrassed as a street rat everyone wanted to hit.
That's right, they seemed to have never been together. From beginning to end, it was only her, only she thought that way.
She, at all costs, imprisoned him by her side for four years with underhanded means!
But for her, it's already enough.
"I'm sorry..." Her voice trembled as she opened her mouth. She moved the bag from her back to her chest, unzipped it, took out a USB stick tightly holding it in her hand. She looked at Fu Yusen's broad back still sweating and wanted to approach him, but looking at her dirt-covered shoes, she couldn't take one more step forward.
Just like his world which she could never cross even if she spent entire life.
"This is what you want."
Fu Yusen finally turned around, lazily leaning against the counter. Only the cold gaze seemed to carry endless mockery, his eyes had no warmth. He seemed to be warning her, as if asking her what trick she wanted to play.
