The temperature in the room immediately dropped to a freezing temperature.
Seemingly feeling like something was wrong, the woman slowly looked up and at the door.
The warm light of the room shone on her, making her face look more flushed.
Her hair was longer and damp from perspiration, as it fell on her shoulders. She no longer looked handsome and generous, like she did usually. Instead, she looked coy and charming like a young girl.
It was completely different to how she looked like under him that night at the borders.
That night, her tears soaked the pillow and she did not look charmed or satisfied at all.
Ye Yanfeng felt a pang in his heart, like thousands of knives had stabbed into him.
All the blood within him started to turn cold, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss, leaving himself only a painful coldness and a bitter disappointment.
