So that was why he had been so angry, so irrational, so out of control when he discovered she had switched the medication, saying so many hurtful things.
Chuxia left home heartbroken, and he was half self-reproaching, yet also half pleased.
At the very least, Ling Chuxia still had some pride left in her, at the very least, she hadn't completely lost herself, she would still get angry, still react to him. Although he didn't go to find her and bring her back, he couldn't control his own heart; he drove unconsciously to Ji Xinxin's apartment building every day, gazing in the direction of the apartment—even if he couldn't see her, his heart was at peace.
In fact, at that time, he didn't really know what he wanted to do. He hoped Chuxia would return to his side, but the Chuxia he longed for was the one from the past, who would cry, make a fuss, get angry, not the indifferent, expressionless, puppet-like Chuxia of the past three years.
