When Feng Yuan stood up, he only felt that his legs were so light he could barely feel the ground beneath him.
Talk?
Talk about what?
Talk about breaking up?
Feng Yuan looked at Gong Ze’s calm face, which still refused to look at him, and felt cold all over.
Even someone as overbearing as Feng Yuan was afraid, uneasy.
He followed Gong Ze out, his pupils lightless and face pale, his mind full of what Gong Ze was about to say to him next. His fists hanging by his trouser sides were clenched so tightly they had gone white and were trembling slightly, yet he was completely unaware of it.
The two of them were excessively silent.
Meanwhile, Jiang Lin’an and Ji Huai stood up, wanting to speak but hesitating toward the two of them. In the end, they felt that their own side was in the wrong in this matter, that they had let Gong Ze down. The words of persuasion stuck in their throats, and they truly had no face to say them.
“Sigh…”
Jiang Lin’an could only sigh.
“It’s fine if they separate. The other person is an honest man, not really suited to A-Yuan. A clean break now, a short pain, is better than later when the feelings run bone-deep, impossible to tear apart or leave, tormenting each other.”
Ji Huai nodded: “What a pity.”
Gong Ze was not bad. In the future, he would secretly give Gong Ze a sum of money behind Feng Yuan’s back. Consider it for old times’ sake.
The two stopped in a less crowded fire escape, at the stairwell where voices echoed in the silence. Gong Ze silently looked at Feng Yuan. His wordlessness put enormous pressure on Feng Yuan.
Looking at Feng Yuan’s ashen face and his pupils that shifted restlessly with nervousness and daze—human imagination is boundless. Although Gong Ze said nothing, Feng Yuan, immersed in his own fantasies, had already tasted fear and regret.
Seeing Feng Yuan like this, Gong Ze knew he had not done wrong.
It was worth handing Panpan over to the police for temporary care and coming to find Feng Yuan to talk alone.
[Laugh if you want to laugh.]
Gong Ze raised an eyebrow: “I only feel this beating was worth it.”
Feng Yuan had a fiery temper. He was highly competitive and possessive, yet at the same time generous, righteous, and free-spending. When he loved someone, it was like a blazing flame—he wished he could step into the sea of fire together, burn until the two of them were charred and stuck together.
When he hated someone, he hated them enough to hold a sharp blade and destroy everything to pieces.
His merits and flaws were all completely obvious at a glance.
With a temper like this, not only did those who loved him suffer—Feng Yuan himself was also destined for no good. Not to mention that such an explosive temper would affect his health; such a violent personality would make Feng Yuan do many things he would regret.
Harm to others and himself.
He had not expected that his lover in this life would have such a temper and disposition.
After meeting Feng Yuan, Gong Ze had the intention of correcting him. This time counted as an opportunity.
So Gong Ze did not immediately speak, did not reprimand Feng Yuan for his violence.
That would be too low-level.
Especially excessive reprimanding might cause someone who originally felt guilty toward you to fly into a rage out of humiliation, and in the end develop into giving up completely and having furious arguments.
He was good at discipline.
Just like a qualified S veteran is always good at psychological games.
He wanted to make a mad dog that looked down on everyone and could not control its emotions learn to think calmly, to control its emotions—at least when facing him, Gong Ze, obediently retract its fangs and claws.
His silence put great pressure on Feng Yuan. When Feng Yuan fully experienced the taste of regret, repentance, fear, and desperately wanted to make amends—
Gong Ze did not complain at all.
There was no sharp interrogation, no telling Feng Yuan how much pain he was in or how excessive Feng Yuan had been, because he thought none of that mattered…
“Only those who do not want to break up will argue, insisting on determining who is right and who is wrong. But people who have truly made up their minds to leave—the atmosphere is often harmonious and quiet.”
“Some even chat affectionately and easily on the day they separate, joking with each other, making people very surprised—they look so good together, why would they separate? Do they still love each other?”
“But it is the opposite.”
“It is precisely because they know they will definitely separate that many once-sharp problems, love and hate… all become unimportant… But when you no longer need the other person’s explanations, answers, or love, then anyone can chat easily.”
So Gong Ze did not show anger.
He looked at Feng Yuan very calmly and peacefully.
That was an attitude that, even if Feng Yuan did not understand the reasoning, his intuition and instincts would still tell him was wrong, would make him afraid.
He could no longer see love for him in the depths of Gong Ze’s eyes…
“Feng Yuan.”
Gong Ze said: “Let’s just forget it.”
“…”
“…………”
Feng Yuan stood frozen in place, both eyes looking at Gong Ze, cold enough to make him shiver.
Separated by a door, their side was terrifyingly quiet, while on the other side could be heard the noisy chatter of people coming and going in the police station, as if the heart had been split into two halves and become two different worlds.
Only after a long time did Feng Yuan, in the quiet space and the ringing in his ears, find his own voice.
“I don’t agree…”
His throat was terrifyingly dry.
Feng Yuan’s head was buzzing, and his vision was truly going black. He opened his mouth wanting to roar, wanting to speak loudly in anger, but in the end the only sound that came out was repeated, murmured: “I don’t agree…”
How could they break up?
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