The kitchen lights were turned off.
In the sink, water flowed ceaselessly.
Tang Xi's fingers slightly trembled as she lowered her head, turned off the faucet, and watched the overflowing water, yet all she could think of was that glimpse she had just witnessed.
The image of Fu Tingzhou embracing that woman intimately.
Tang Xi's hand tightly gripped the porcelain bowl she was holding, using all her strength, yet unable to hold on. Dishes fell to the floor, shattering into pieces, and as she looked at the broken bowl, she sighed softly and bent down to clean up.
He fancied someone else, provided for other women; what did it have to do with her?
Since it had come to this, she should make a clean break.
Every night, when Tang Xi busied herself in the kitchen, she could almost always see Fu Tingzhou and that woman's silhouettes in the apartment across. Initially, her heart would sting, but after watching time and again, she became numb.
