Yu Sixing was truly angry this time. Besides being angry, there hadn't been any woman by his side during the two months they were apart, and on top of that, he had been drinking.
Behind the table was a small wooden bed. Normally, just turning over in it would make it creak noisily. That night, it was as if a symphony was playing. And it seemed deliberately loud, as if Yu Sixing intended it to be earth-shattering.
Afterwards, he didn't stay for a moment longer; he simply left without saying a word to her the whole time, taking out the keys, opening the door, and walking out.