She did not flinch, shout, or push at him. She remained in his hold, her eyes guarded and her face impassive. In a calm and collected voice, she said, "Let go of me." Her voice sounded foreign to him. Her walls were up and as the seconds trickled by, she became more level headed.
Yang Feng could not decipher what she was thinking or planning. He could only follow her words, releasing her. He watched as she stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind her.
He refused to chase after her. Not after her stubbornness. Not every relationship was perfect and theirs most certainly was not.
Zhao Lifei did not know where she was going and where she should go. She went wherever her legs took her. She needed fresh air and she got it when she found herself at the entrance of the base.
