Ya Chen's tone was somewhat mocking: "It seems you're really chatting online? Are you sure you know what they're thinking? They could sell you, and you wouldn't even know!"
"What about people I know in real life? When they become indifferent, they're worse than online strangers. I actually feel online people are more genuine," she retorted.
So what if she and Ya Chen were married? The man in front of her cared less than Mr. N.
During her toughest times, it was Mr. N who comforted her, listened to her vent, and even bid her good night gently every day.
But what about him? As her husband, what did he do?
The chill rose around the corners of her lips, she distanced herself from him and quickly walked toward the bedroom.
Why should she stand here accepting his interrogation, explaining everything to him?
Anyway, in half a month, her marriage with him would be over.
*
Living in a hotel was better than Chu Xinyue imagined.
