Indifferent, selfish, and rational to the point of being cold-blooded.
This is the real her.
From the day she was bound to the system, from the day she decided to win this game, this was how she was supposed to be.
Rong Shenghan didn't say anything more, he just looked at her quietly.
His eyes were complex, containing understanding, indulgence, and a hint of heartache that she couldn't decipher...
It was this pang of heartache that, like a needle, unexpectedly pierced through her hardened shell.
Yu Jiuyuan suddenly turned her face away, her heart feeling as if it were being squeezed by something, both sore and swollen.
She recalled how she clung to him, how she deliberately seduced him, and how she shamelessly acted coquettishly in his arms when she was sick a few days ago.
The images were so clear they seemed to be right in front of her, every detail reminding her of them.
In his presence, she was no longer the flawless Yu Jiuyuan.
She is indulging herself.
She indulged herself in relying on his companionship, indulged herself in craving his tenderness, indulged herself in letting down her guard in front of him, and even... indulged herself in developing feelings for him that she shouldn't have.
This realization sent chills down her spine.
"Get out," she said suddenly, her voice trembling slightly.
Rong Shenghan was stunned for a moment.
"I want to be alone." She emphasized, deliberately avoiding his gaze. "Get out."
Silence hung in the air. The fire in the fireplace had gone out sometime earlier, and the temperature in the room seemed to have dropped.
Yu Jiuyuan could hear her own heartbeat, fast and erratic, as if it were about to jump out of her chest.
After a long while, the sound of Rong Shenghan getting up was heard.
He didn't say anything more, but simply picked up the untouched bowl of porridge, carried the tray, and quietly left the bedroom.
The moment the door slammed shut, Yu Jiuyuan's tense shoulders suddenly slumped.
She hugged her knees, buried her face in her arms, and let out a suppressed sob.
What exactly are her feelings for Rong Shenghan?
Is it the hunter's determination to get his prey?
Is it the owner's possessiveness towards the pet?
Or... was something else mixed in, something she herself dared not admit?
The sunlight outside the window had somehow pierced through the gap in the curtains, casting a thin band of light on the carpet, like an insurmountable boundary.
Yu Jiuyuan huddled in the shadows, realizing for the first time that "indulging oneself" was such a terrifying thing.
Outside the bedroom, Rong Shenghan stood in the corridor, listening to the faint, suppressed sounds coming from inside. A hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes, along with a touch of determined tenderness.
His young lady has finally come to face her own heart.
He had been waiting for this day for a long time.
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