Xie Fu sat with his face turned to the side. His beautiful and cold face appeared somewhat indifferent in the dim light. He lowered his eyes and hunched his body slightly.
Shu Yun could only see his drooping, dark eyelashes; she couldn't quite make out his expression in the dim light.
Xie Fu tilted his head back and raised his arm to cover his face.
He repeated himself, "Please let me go."
Shu Yun controlled her voice, preventing it from trembling, "What do you mean?"
Part of her face, obscured by Xie Fu's arm, was shrouded in darkness, while her upturned neck fell into the light. Shu Yun's gaze remained fixed on this half-light and half-dark area.
She saw Xie Fu's clearly defined and sharp Adam's apple move up and down, but he ultimately didn't say anything.
Shu Yun forced herself to calm down, suppressing her surging blood and making her voice gentle.
"Didn't we say we'd have a proper talk after I got back? What happened? Please tell me."
Xie Fu gritted his teeth and curled his fingers.
After a long pause, he lowered his arm, looked up at her, and asked, "Who is Jiang Yan?"
Shu Yun was stunned for a moment, "How could you..."
How did you know? That doesn't sound quite right...
She abruptly changed the subject, saying, "Jiang Yan is your past life..."
Upon hearing her answer, Xie Fu was unsure of how he truly felt.
Like a terminally ill person, struggling even to breathe.
He gave a self-deprecating laugh, clinging to his last sliver of hope, and asked in a desperate gamble, "Do you actually like me, or Jiang Yan?"
Shu Yun cautiously observed his expression and tentatively asked, "Jiang Yan is you..."
Xie Fu interrupted her indifferently, utterly exhausted, "My name is Xie Fu."
He looked up at her, his eyes reddening. "It's not your Jiang Yan."
Xie Fu felt that the fragile self-esteem he had always guarded had been easily shattered by her few words today.
He said slowly and deliberately, "I have always been surnamed Xie since birth, and my given name is just one character, Fu. I have never been called Jiang Yan."
Shu Yun reached out to take his hand, but he dodged it.
Seeing Xie Fu's red eyes, she felt a rare moment of panic, "Xie Fu..."
Xie Fu's gaze lingered on Shu Yun for a moment. "You call my name, but your eyes are looking at someone else."
He could tolerate her loving other people, but he couldn't tolerate being a substitute for the person she loved.
“Shu Yun,” Xie Fu’s eyelashes drooped, the curve of his eyes cold and sad, “what kind of person I was in my past life has nothing to do with me.”
He stopped looking at her and said softly, "Let's break up."
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