As he turned around, he heard a noise behind him. Shi Yang seemed to be struggling to restrain the impulse to turn around, only to tightly clench her fists.
Shi Yang's shoulders trembled violently. It was unknown how long it took before she slowly turned back, the empty room already devoid of Li Jing's presence, leaving only patches of water stains on the floor, silently recounting all that had just occurred.
She walked dazedly to the chair and collapsed onto it, as if all her strength had been drained at that moment.
Recalling everything that had just happened, Shi Yang suddenly went crazy, burying her hands into her damp hair, her nails almost digging into her scalp, her voice tinged with sobs:
"Shi Yang, you big fool! What are you doing? How could you confess to someone like him?
He's clearly a heartless jerk, how could you be so bewitched and fall for him?"
She incessantly berated herself, but Li Jing's figure seemed etched into her mind, refusing to fade.
