Ying Xue stood frozen in the middle of the grand banquet hall, the lights dazzling around her, the soft murmur of conversations and clinking glasses continuing in the background like a distant echo. But she couldn't hear any of it.
Her eyes were glued to Lu Junhan's retreating back, her expression frozen in disbelief. He was walking away without looking back, without any hesitation.
Her lips parted slightly as her breath caught in her throat. Her entire body felt cold, her limbs heavy with shock. She couldn't believe what had just happened. Just a moment ago, she had him in her grip. The ball was in her court. She was the one in control.
Lu Junhan had obeyed her, bowed his head, and played the perfect husband devoted to his wife. So why now? Why had he suddenly broken away from her grip?
It didn't make sense.
