Something weighed heavily on his heart.
But there was no expression on his face.
His subordinate handed him the umbrella, which he took and slowly opened. The black canopy obscured half of his face.
It was as if I had shut myself out from the rain, and also from all my emotions.
He walked step by step toward the boat, his pace calm to the point of being indifferent.
It was as if I hadn't seen anything, and as if I didn't want to ask anything.
Rainwater slid down the umbrella and onto the ground, making a pattering sound.
He quickly approached the two, his face expressionless.
He reached out his hand towards the rising sun.
"Come down"
Chu Wuyang shook his head.
"Do you want to go out for a trip?"
He spoke casually, as if it were a casual conversation.
"The weather's not good today, and you're not fully recovered yet. I'll take you out to sea another day."
Chu Wuyang stood under the canopy on the deck, her eyes filled with a cold, mocking gaze.
"Are you free?"
Jingmin's thin lips were pressed tightly together.
Are you upset that I haven't spent time with you these past few days?
Chu Wuyang gently shook her head, her tone calm to the point of being almost indifferent.
"Jingmin, I'm leaving."
These words, however, were like a sharp blade, decisively slicing through the feigned calm on Jing Min's face.
His tense expression relaxed instantly.
Before the storm had even begun, half of his world had already crumbled.
His voice was low and deep, as if he were clinging to the last vestiges of his sanity.
Where to?
Chu Wuyang looked at him, her gaze calm to the point of being almost indifferent.
"Leaving you."
His breath seemed to be suddenly sucked out, his chest tightened, and the words slipped out.
You cannot leave.
His tone was heavy, his repetition forceful.
"You can't leave, Yangyang, stop making a fuss."
But Chu Wuyang remained excessively calm, showing no emotional fluctuation whatsoever. He simply raised his eyes and asked indifferently,
"Aren't you very busy? Don't you need to go back to a meeting?"
Jing Min was stunned for a moment.
A familiar emotion could be detected in her calm demeanor—as if she were sulking, as if she were blaming him for ignoring her.
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his tone softened unconsciously, carrying a hint of coaxing.
"The meeting is not as important as you."
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