Shen Jingrou followed his gaze to his wrist, where both of her hands were clutching the man, wrinkling his white shirt slightly.
Lin Yue's eyes were burning, prompting Shen Jingrou to slowly release her hands, murmuring, "I'm sorry." Then, with a guilty conscience, she placed her hands on either side and lowered her head as much as possible.
It was rare for her to feel guilty, and Lin Yue could only see the top of her head, her black hair cascading over her shoulders with some smooth strands flowing on her back, scattered and rippling as if swaying in his heart.
"Why are you still standing there foolishly? Let's go." Lin Yue took a step forward, noticing she didn't move and staring at her intently.
"You're the foolish one," Shen Jingrou muttered, then bypassed the man and walked outside.
Lin Yue watched her indulgently, although she spoke very quietly, he heard every word.
After taking the dedicated elevator down, they arrived at the bar.
