228 Do I look like a joke to you? (1/2)
Jin Yue closed the door behind him and walked towards the sleeping figure. Her eyes were tightly shut and he could vividly make out the dark lines under her them_ she had stayed up all night?
At that moment, Jin Yue, for a split second, he felt a pang on his chest, but it disappeared as soon as it came.
He should not think much of it, she had someone she loved and that was more important. He knew she didn't hate him but after last night, he was sure that she was not in love with him.
He had spent the whole night making up his mind, but right now, he felt all his resolve weaken_ he could not bring himself to do it.
Xin Yong sensed that someone was in the room, a small frown appeared on her forehead, after which her eyes fluttered open.
''Jin Yue? ''
She blinked severally to be sure that she was not seeing things,
''Jin Yue? Where have you been? I've been calling you and you've not been picking up your calls. What's going on?''
As she spoke, tears gathered up her eyes and her small body shook lightly. Jin Yue who was looking at her immediately looked away, his face frosted.
''Talk to me, what's wrong? We can sort things out. Please!''
Xin Yong immediately stood up from the couch and made to walk towards him. She held his arm with her hand as she watched him worriedly.
Jin Yue had not said anything to her since he stepped into the house. She was getting apprehensive each passing second.
Jin Yue, who had been quiet for a while, suddenly took in a deep breath and pulled her hand off him, which made Xin Yong fall back a few steps.
He immediately proceeded towards his room and banged the door afterwards. It took Xin Yong a while to come back to her senses.
Did he just yank her hand off him?
It was clear now, something was actually very wrong and it had something to do with her.
Xin Yong stared at her hand before glancing at the tightly shut door.
The problem was not that he was angry but that he had refused to speak to her. The more she stared at the door the more flustered she became.
'What's all these? Even if he's angry with me, can't he at least tell me what's wrong! '