Facing Sang Fan's unreasonable accusations, his pair of blood-red eyes and terrifying expression all signified his breakdown and incomprehension, as if Shen Yue had done something heinous.
She found it amusing and felt speechless.
Her tone suddenly softened. "Sang Fan, your insomnia has nothing to do with me. Your insomnia is not caused by me, and I have no reason to be responsible for you."
"You're no longer a child. Stop saying such childish things."
It was unclear which word had struck a nerve with Sang Fan. Shen Yue's words angered him, and his fingernails dug deeply into his palms.
So when Shen Yue pulled her hand away, Sang Fan didn't move. His gaze sliced through her like a knife, his expression chillingly dark.
Shen Yue had said what she needed to say and left what she needed to leave. There was no longer any reason to stay. She wanted to turn and leave, but as soon as she moved, Sang Fan's pupils contracted sharply.
He didn't strike her. Instead, he rushed in front of Shen Yue, his chest heaving.
Shen Yue saw his tense expression, his heavy breathing, and a fine mist of sweat on his forehead.
Sang Fan stood there flustered and helpless, his face flushed, and his tall figure stood like a wall.
He seemed to want to say something, but when he met Shen Yue's eyes, it was as if he had been thrown into a boundless, icy deep sea, and the blood in his body froze.
Shen Yue looked at him quietly, raising her eyelids slightly, and politely asked, "Is there anything else?"
"You... are you leaving?" he asked tentatively, his voice very soft, a stark contrast to his furious and terrifying demeanor earlier.
Although she found it strange, Shen Yue had no desire to investigate and nodded without hesitation. "Yes, I'm leaving."
After all, they had been together for a period. Although things had ended unpleasantly later, they had gotten along well in the preceding days. Regardless, Shen Yue was quite grateful to Sang Fan; otherwise, she might have been left to sleep on the streets.
Her heart softened slightly, and Shen Yue said, "Take good care of yourself and watch your health."
The emotions in his eyes trembled violently. He couldn't help but shiver, his ears buzzing, his mind blank. For a moment, it felt as if he couldn't hear anything.
He was trapped in a cyclical curse. He couldn't escape in his dreams, so he didn't dare to sleep. He couldn't escape in reality either, and the ultimate end could only be death.
His throat felt unbearably dry. He swallowed, and it felt like swallowing fine blades of glass, causing a sharp pain.
Sweating cold sweat from his back, he pretended to be calm, trying to make his voice and tone less pleading, less pathetic.
"Can... can I not go?"
Before Shen Yue could speak, Sang Fan quickly added, "Yes, I'm sorry, I'm not good, it's my fault. I'll change, so..."
"Can you not go..."
Unfortunately, his pretense was not convincing.
Shen Yue could feel Sang Fan staring at her intently. Her face was pale, and her whole body began to tremble.
Shen Yue frowned and couldn't help but ask, "Are you alright?"
He looked like he wasn't feeling well.
Sang Fan didn't speak, only staring at her with an extremely longing gaze, laced with a hidden plea. It was as if if she uttered a word of refusal, he would break down and cry right in front of her.
Shen Yue felt that what she had said wasn't excessive; she had adopted a very gentle tone.
Why was it like she was bullying him?
Shen Yue found it even stranger. Sang Fan was over 1.9 meters tall, such a large man, and she seemed to be the weaker one here.
Shen Yue sighed helplessly, her voice softening. "Don't be like this. It's not really your fault. I was going to leave anyway. I can't just stay at your place forever, that wouldn't be good either. It's just that it's happening a bit sooner."
As soon as she finished speaking, Sang Fan's expression turned extremely grim, and his gaze upon her became even more obscure and unreadable.
Shen Yue said, "I'm leaving."
She directly ignored Sang Fan's face, not even looking at it. Her fair, delicate side profile exuded an unconscious coldness.
The refusal was evident.
She simply didn't want to stay.
No matter how humble Sang Fan became, how much he pleaded, or how he lowered himself, it was all useless.
Sang Fan's breath hitched. He clenched his fists tightly, looked up at her, and a look of displeasure flashed across his face.
Then, like a gust of wind, he swept past Shen Yue, ran a few steps into the room, and slammed the door shut with a bang. The sound of the closing door was deafening, as if the entire house had shaken twice, showing how enraged he was.
Following that, sounds of things being smashed could be heard from inside. Within ten minutes, the bedroom would likely be torn apart.
Shen Yue glanced at it indifferently, her expression unchanged. Before leaving, she placed the key to the apartment on the entryway cabinet and quietly departed.
Outside the apartment, as Shen Yue was about to call for a taxi, a luxurious black Bentley stopped in front of her and turned off its engine.
Seeing the familiar car, Shen Yue's brows furrowed slightly.
Shen Yue did not get into the car. After a moment, the rear window slowly rolled down. The back seat was dimly lit, and Jiang Bainian's exceptionally handsome face appeared even more captivating. His pure, detached, and mature features were perfect, beyond reproach.
He tilted his head, his gentle eyebrows softening his aloof demeanor. "Yueyue, come up."
Shen Yue pursed her lips. Her long, downward-sloping eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings. She remained silent.
But there was an indescribable awkwardness and stubbornness.
Her silent refusal was obvious; she didn't want to get in, nor did she want to go back.
Jiang Bainian's brow furrowed slightly, but he quickly relaxed. His expression remained gentle and soft, his eyes deepening.
"Yueyue."
His low, elegant voice remained unchanged. Jiang Bainian's gaze was unfathomable, deep and dark, his aura instantly powerful and dangerous.
"Get in the car."
His tone was not heavy, but his presence was strong, bordering on aggressive.
Shen Yue couldn't quite describe the feeling; for that brief moment, she felt uncomfortable.
She got into the car and, as if to vent, slammed the car door shut.
This made the driver in the front seat's heart jump. His heart skipped a beat along with the door. He dared not look around, focusing entirely on driving.
The car started smoothly.
Shen Yue turned to look out the car window. The back seat was unlit, the light dim, and the silence absolute.
Jiang Bainian sat beside her, gazing at the back of her head for a long time. He reached out and touched her slightly cool, soft face, but she quickly brushed his hand away. He didn't mind, only drawing a conclusion.
"You've lost weight."