The man's gaze was piercing, as if he could see right into a person's soul.
Rong Yan's defensive voice got quieter and weaker, until finally, guilt overtook her, and she could no longer justify herself under his gaze. She lowered her head, staring at the tip of her shoes, "I understand."
Even though he had been harsh on her for her own good, Shengxiao couldn't understand why he now felt a sense of helpless defeat, "Forget it."
The frustration in his chest dissipated.
"I'm telling you, it's no use, anyway. Every time you just listen to me, if the same situation arises, you'll still do as you please."
His words sounded like a reprimand, but Rong Yan could hear a thick blend of resignation and indulgence in his tone.
