Her chin felt as if it were being crushed, aching in pain. A layer of mist covered Su Jiuyi's eyes.
No, I can't cry!
She took a deep breath, trying her best to adjust her emotions and held back her tears.
That's how she has always been, able to control her joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness very well.
She was unwilling to admit defeat, constrained by the environment she lived in, and compelled by her proud self-esteem.
The man's lips curled into a faint, indifferent smile. He released Su Jiuyi's chin forcefully. "I'll give you three minutes to consider carefully. Rest assured, I can afford it."
He turned and walked into another room, with the slam of the door behind him. Su Jiuyi could no longer hold back and buried her head in the quilt.
Tears began to fall, and she tightly covered her mouth, stifling her voice to keep from crying aloud.
No, she can't stay here and let him mock her.
