Her curled lashes, the reddened corners of her eyes, her tightly pressed lips—even the lines standing out along her neck from tension—all of it fell into Xiang Changge's gaze.
Xiang Changge countered, "You never asked. How did you know I wouldn't tell you?"
She had left room for it, she admitted that. But what about Yu Qing? She clearly wanted to know. She had clearly turned it over in her mind a thousand times in secret, yet she had not said a single word.
She did not know what Yu Qing had talked about when she went to see Shangguan Min, but Yu Qing had never mentioned even one word related to it to her.
But it made sense when she thought about it. Yu Qing had known Shangguan Min for over a decade, while she herself had only known Yu Qing for barely half a month. It was easy enough to guess who carried more weight in Yu Qing's heart.
But what was the point of trapping herself in her own thoughts, tormenting herself by refusing to eat, drink, or sleep?
If she truly did not care about anything in the world, how could these things affect her so deeply?
"Hypocrite."
Xiang Changge looked at Yu Qing and spoke coldly.
Did she truly think there was no point in living, or was she only pretending she did not want to live? Perhaps even Yu Qing herself did not know.
She had even managed to deceive herself.
The other woman's words brushed against her ear. Yu Qing's lashes trembled slightly, and in the end, she raised a hand to cover her reddening ear.
Hypocrite? What hypocrite?
Was she talking about her?
How was she hypocritical?
What right did she have to say that about her?
Yu Qing shut her eyes