Lu Weixi was stunned.
She had not expected that Qin Zhiyou would take the cold war with her to such an extent, treating her as if she were air.
Their current situation felt a bit like the times before they had reconciled. No, maybe it was even colder than that.
How should she put it, during that time, although their relationship had been poor, they hadn't been in love, so it hadn't felt quite so unbearable. But now, she was stuck in an uncomfortable limbo, unable to move forward without betraying her own principles. And if she thought of stepping back, Qin Zhiyou had already started this cold war with her.
This feeling of being suspended in midair, unable to go either way, was the most torturous. Each had their own principles; she was unwilling to give in, and he was unwilling to back down, so there they were, stuck in a deadlock.