Sang Yu sat on the living room sofa, avoiding the sight of the two people’s interactions.
Twenty minutes later, the meal was ready.
It was still the familiar taste, but it wasn’t made for her.
“Jiayu, I’d like to add a little cilantro.”
“Don’t you dislike cilantro?” Lu Jiayu blurted out.
Then he realized it was Sang Yu who didn’t eat cilantro.
He apologized, “We don’t have cilantro at home. Next time, I’ll ask the housekeeper to prepare some.”
Ye Fei forced a smile. “It’s fine. It doesn’t make much difference whether it’s added or not.”
She comforted herself, thinking that Jiayu had been with Sang Yu for too long, and these were just habits.
He would change in the future.
But looking at the dishes on the table, they were all Sang Yu’s favorites.
The tablecloth was also the style Sang Yu liked.
Even the clothes she was wearing belonged to Sang Yu.
That woman had a strikingly beautiful and radiant face, but her nature was cold and aloof.
Every piece of furniture in the villa was arranged according to her preferences.
At this moment, Ye Fei felt like a reckless intruder.
Her willingness to endure humiliation only made Lu Jiayu feel more guilty.
Since he had decided to break up, the traces of Sang Yu’s existence should also be erased.
After thinking for a long time, Lu Jiayu made a decision. “I’ll stay home with you tonight and go see Sang Yu tomorrow to make things clear. From now on… I won’t see her again.”
He struggled to utter the last few words.
“Really?” Ye Fei was indeed cheered up by his words.
Lu Jiayu’s mood also improved slightly. “Really,” he confirmed.
While they were eating, Sang Yu remained on the sofa, lost in thought.
How much longer did she have to stay here?
Even though she was already dead, this place still felt suffocating.
She truly understood the feeling of wanting to leave, even in death.
The young Sang Yu and Lu Jiayu would never have imagined they would end up like this.
After finishing their meal, Lu Jiayu and Ye Fei went upstairs.
Sang Yu was forced to follow them again.
This time, the guest room door was closed, leaving her with nowhere to go. She wandered aimlessly in the hallway.
On the walls of the hallway, oil paintings hung at regular intervals.
She had painted them herself, just to decorate the home she shared with Lu Jiayu.
Tall indoor plants stood in the hallway. When they were first bought, she had instructed Lu Jiayu to carry them upstairs. Because they were too heavy, he injured his back and had to stay in bed for half a month.
Afraid he might suffer long-term effects, she stayed by his side without leaving for those two weeks.
To comfort her, Lu Jiayu joked with a grin that he wanted to be ordered around by his wife for a lifetime.
Even if his back was ruined, it didn’t matter as long as his wife didn’t mind.
Sang Yu walked to the window. Unable to leave, she could only look down at the garden through the glass.
Under the faint light, she saw lush rose bushes.
Soon, the flowers would bloom.
She didn’t know how long she had been wandering in the hallway when the master bedroom door suddenly opened.
Lu Jiayu hurriedly stepped out and entered the adjacent guest room.
The door slammed shut with a bang.
The master bedroom door remained open, and Sang Yu saw Ye Fei sitting on the bed in a daze.
Her nightgown lay on the carpet.
Sang Yu remained expressionless. Even if she saw something more shocking, aside from disgust, she wouldn’t feel anything else.
She couldn’t understand why she was trapped here.
She wanted to go home to see her parents.
She wanted to see her best friend, Shen Yiqiu.
Anywhere would be better than staying by Lu Jiayu’s side.
The guest room door remained closed all night.
Sang Yu wondered why Lu Jiayu insisted on staying in this particular room when there were clearly many guest rooms available at home.
Could it be because it was close by?
He didn’t even find it awkward!
Lu Jiayu truly didn’t feel awkward. At the last moment, he realized he couldn’t go through with it.
That person wasn’t Sang Yu, so he felt no reaction at all.
He had clearly been moved by Ye Fei.
Why couldn’t he take it a step further?
Lu Jiayu couldn’t understand, nor did he want to.
His body moved faster than his mind, and by the time he realized it, he had already pushed Ye Fei away.
He had even fled the master bedroom.
Now, in this guest room, sitting where Sang Yu once prepared lessons, he gazed all night at the unopened roses.