Li Yeqi sprang to his feet with a whoosh, and the chair, unable to withstand the force, smashed to the ground. His hands by his sides clenched into fists, a full chest of rage seemed about to burst from his ribcage, "Yan Luoxi, I must be insane to have..."
The rest of his words seemed unable to leave his lips, and the man, his face the color of iron, swept out of the room.
With a "bang," the door was slammed forcefully behind him. Yan Luoxi felt the floor shake; she raised her hand to pinch the bridge of her nose, not oblivious to his deliberate attempts to close the distance between them.
Yet she was bound to disappoint him in this regard.
After leaving the suite, Li Yeqi felt his chest heave with unsteady anger. He stepped into the elevator, his deep-set black pupils filled with hurt. She had left without a word five years ago, and he had come up with countless reasons for her, all shattered by reality.
