Jiang Yanxu didn't answer. He couldn't.
Ye Xinren had every reason to be furious.
Jiang Yanxu had ruined their honeymoon. Then, he vanished without a word, without a single message. Not once had he reached out. And now, after a week of silence, his first words to Ye Xinren were nothing more than a cold, indifferent acknowledgment of his return.
Jiang Yanxu should be embracing him, should be whispering apologies against his skin, should be reminding him why they once burned for each other.
But instead, he stood there. Distant.
Unmoved.
Jiang Yanxu could see the storm brewing in Ye Xinren's eyes, the barely restrained tension in his stance. The way his fingers curled slightly at his sides, the way his chest rose and fell in measured breaths—he was holding himself back. But from what? From lashing out? From speaking words he might regret?
