I looked back helplessly at Ye Zhengchen, instinctively hoping he would hide. He sat on the sofa, clearly guessing who it was and had no intention of hiding. I felt like I’d fallen into an ice cellar, my breath like frost.”
I hesitated to leave Yin Zhongtian some dignity by sparing him from this scene.
“Why won’t you open the door? Are you afraid he’ll be stimulated? Or do you think…” Ye Zhengchen smiled faintly, his tone light. “He’s returned, indicating he’s already forgiven you?”
I realized the man before me was terrifying, or perhaps he had always been this way, and I just hadn’t noticed.
“I’m afraid he’ll kill you,” I said through gritted teeth.
Ye Zhengchen snorted contemptuously and ignored me.
Yin Zhongtian pressed the doorbell again, the sound becoming anxious and scratching at my eardrums.
Some things must be faced. Hiding from today’s sunrise won’t prevent tomorrow’s sunset. I turned the lock, slowly opening the door like lighting a bomb’s fuse.
As the door opened, Yin Zhongtian rushed forward eagerly, grabbing my hand. “Xiao Bing, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have hit you.”
His words stopped as his eyes focused behind me. I empathized with his feelings; I too had seen my beloved man enter another woman’s home late at night. Yin Zhongtian must feel, like me, that he was the most foolish person in the world, wishing for a cliff to jump off.
Yin Zhongtian, usually good-tempered, finally exploded. He flung the bag in his hand and charged towards the door like a madman.
Seeing him clench his fist, I immediately blocked the doorway. “Don’t…”
He pushed me, and I staggered. After steadying myself, I saw Ye Zhengchen standing up, quickly grabbing Yin Zhongtian’s arm. I wasn’t worried about Ye Zhengchen hitting him; I was concerned that a fight would leave Yin Zhongtian humiliated if he lost.
“Let go!” Yin Zhongtian shouted.
“Zhongtian! Calm down… You can’t beat him.”
Yin Zhongtian glared at me, his body rigid.
I wanted to say more, but he angrily pushed me away and ran downstairs, his steps chaotic.
