Qin Youbei looked at the cup she had placed on the coffee table, her fingers gently caressing the rim.
She was motionless, seemingly lost in thought.
Just when Qin Muchao thought that Qin Youbei hadn't heard a word he had said, he heard her voice finally rise.
"...Many people have told me before, breakups come out of nowhere, yet somehow seem inevitable. Love is like a stimulant with limited duration; once it's over, you start feeling indifferent, as if it doesn't matter whether you have it or not. With time, feelings begin to fade. If both partners are accommodating and understanding, and feel right for each other, regretting to lose what they once had, a marriage might happen. But if love disappears and you find that the other person is the type you despise, not wanting to stay with them another minute, then splitting up is only natural..."
At this point, Qin Youbei could no longer hold back and suddenly raised her hand to cover her eyes.
