Ni Sitian lay on the bed, drowsy and disoriented, unsure whether she was asleep or awake. Her soul seemed to be elsewhere, lifeless.

Tears streamed uncontrollably down my face, but I couldn't open my eyelids. My body felt hot and cold all over, as if I were being burned by fire or frozen by ice. I was half-conscious and half-asleep, feeling like I was about to die.

She used to eagerly anticipate Xu Tingchuan's return, but today she just wanted time to slow down. She couldn't face him anymore; she was afraid of seeing his disgusted eyes and being rejected by him.

If he asks her where she was last night, how should she answer—should she tell the truth or hide it?

He's so perceptive, how could he possibly hide it from us?

Even if she manages to keep it a secret, can she truly feel at ease?

This matter is like a time bomb between them, ready to explode at any moment.

How could she face him in such a wretched state?

No, she couldn't let him know, nor could she deceive him with this version of herself.

Ni Sitian regained some consciousness, forcefully lifted her eyelids, half-opened her eyes, and struggled to get out of bed, starting to pack her things.

She didn't want to be humiliated and kicked out; she wanted to leave on her own so that she could leave a clean impression on Xu Tingchuan.

“Ugh…” When Ni Sitian opened the wardrobe to pack her things, she found that she had almost thrown away all the clothes she had brought with her. The wardrobe was full of clothes that Xu Tingchuan had bought for her, and many of them still had the tags on them.

Her eyes blurred with tears again; the more good he had been to her, the heavier her guilt became.

She no longer deserves how good he is to her.

She hastily packed a few items into her suitcase, then, carrying the bag, she slowly and unsteadily walked out.

Everything here no longer belongs to her.

Ni Sitian placed the key on the counter in the entryway, took one last look, opened the door, and felt as if her feet weighed a ton, unable to lift them or step out.

He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and lifted himself up a tiny bit.

What should have taken 0.01 seconds seemed to take her an eternity.

After I left the house, the security door slammed shut on its own.

Ni Sitian stood outside, completely exhausted. Her duffel bag fell to the ground. She slumped against the door, slowly squatted down, buried her head in her knees, and sobbed.

She could no longer go in, and she could no longer see Xu Tingchuan. How was she supposed to live? She had long since become dependent on him.

Her heart was throbbing so badly it felt like she was about to die. Why was she so stupid? Why didn't she have any sense of vigilance or precaution?

Ni Sitian pounded her head, hating herself for being so careless.

Tired from hitting, she buried her head and sobbed, tears streaming down her face like a tap.

Xu Tingchuan took the elevator up, and as soon as the elevator doors opened, he stepped out.

As soon as I stepped out, I saw a small, curled-up creature under the yellow light in front of my house. There was also a duffel bag at its feet. It looked like a pitiful abandoned animal.

As soon as he approached, he heard the sound of someone sobbing so hard they were almost fainting.

"Sitian." Xu Tingchuan quickly went over and squatted down, anxiously asking, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Ni Sitian froze; he was back.

She closed her eyes, then raised her head as if accepting her impending death.

Xu Tingchuan was genuinely startled by her. Her face was flushed, tears streamed down her cheeks, and her eyes were swollen bigger than walnuts.