Bai HaiZe didn't turn when Su HaiTan approached, his presence a mere shadow at his side. Instead, he lifted his glass, watching the amber liquid swirl as if it held the answers he sought. But all he saw was AiLin, her eyes, unwavering, firm in her rejection.
This wasn't the AiLin he knew.
The AiLin he remembered would have yielded, guilt pressing her into submission. She would have accepted his devotion, even if it was out of obligation. But now? Now, she had changed.
And it was because of that damn stalker.
Su HaiTan studied him in silence, his lips curving into a knowing smirk. He tapped a rhythmic beat against the table, a slow, deliberate sound that grated against Bai HaiZe's patience.
"You waited for her for six years," Su HaiTan finally said, his voice lilting, almost amused. "And yet, look at you. She still sees you as nothing more than a nice guy, doesn't she?"
