I'm sorry, but your fiancé loves me.

Yun Muqian didn't know where she was going, and she was too lazy to ask. She didn't look at him anymore, adjusted the back of her seat back a little, took out an eye mask from her bag and put it on. She turned to the side and curled up towards the window, assuming a "don't bother me" posture.

Qin Qihan did not speak again, and the cabin became quiet, with only the low hum of the air conditioner and the occasional sound of turning over papers.

Yun Muqian originally only wanted to pretend to be asleep, but the constant and deep vibration of the airplane engine unexpectedly made her relax, and drowsiness quickly and really came over her.

In her hazy state, she vaguely heard footsteps approaching, but she was too sleepy to even open her eyes.

She didn't know how long she had slept.

When she opened her eyes again, the cabin lights had been dimmed. She turned her head and noticed there was someone next to her armrest.

Qin Qihan had moved over from the opposite side at some point and was now sitting right next to her, with her long legs crossed, a financial magazine spread out on her knees, and a cup of coffee in her right hand.

They were too close. Close enough that she could smell the faint scent of cologne on him, and her arms were curled up on the armrest, her elbows almost touching his cuffs.

Yun Muqian frowned, took off her eye mask, and sleepily reached out to push his arm: "Why are you sitting here?"

Qin Qihan closed the magazine, turned to look at her, and said calmly, "You won't let me sit here?"

"No." She withdrew her hand and shrank further towards the window. "Go sit somewhere else, wherever you like."

"I want to sit here," he said without changing his expression.

"You'd better move to another seat."

"It's been changed." He placed the magazine on his lap, his tone as casual as if stating the most ordinary thing. "This is the best one."

Yun Muqian ignored him, pulled the blindfold down again to cover her eyes, and turned to face the window.

Qin Qihan didn't press for words. She picked up her coffee, took a sip, and felt the bitterness spread across her tongue.

As he watched her retreating figure, he suddenly thought of something from long ago.

Actually, her coldness was not a recent development; it was not something that started only recently.

About a month ago, the frequency of her replying to his messages dropped from instantaneous to once every few hours, and the call duration also decreased from one hour to three minutes.

She would smile when they met, but it was a forced smile. He assumed she was busy with something else and didn't investigate further.

Then he officially announced his breakup with Zhou Xue.

The night he posted that Weibo post, he asked Yun Muqian if she had seen it, and she sent him a message saying she had.

And then that was it.

From then on, she became completely indifferent to him. The lively spirit she used to have, which would occasionally retort to him, disappeared, replaced by a distant attitude.

She stopped making those barbed jokes with him and stopped snuggling in his arms when he got close. Qin Qihan had tried to analyze the reasons behind this.

He thought about it over and over again, going through every detail in his mind from the time they met until now.

His official announcement of the breakup should have been a relief for her—although she hadn't said it outright, she had subtly revealed her reservations about their past relationship. He thought that once he had dealt with Zhou Xue's situation, she would take that step back towards him.

But the opposite was true; she retreated to a distance of ten steps.

This isn't right. This is very wrong.

Unless—Qin Qihan believed—unless she simply wanted him to break up with her, nothing more.

He himself found the idea absurd when it first came to mind.

But the more he thought about it, the more clues he found. Every time Yun Muqian mentioned Zhou Xue in front of him, she praised her. She even went to the hospital to visit Zhou Xue, who had attempted suicide by cutting her wrists. After returning, she told him, "She's not in a good state. You should take better care of her."

She did these things with an open and honest expression and a sincere tone, without the slightest trace of jealousy or sarcasm.

Qin Qihan didn't think much of it at the time, only that she was kind-hearted. But looking back now, every little thing she did felt like a fine needle pricking a nerve that was secretly aching.

He even began to wonder—did she not like men at all? Did she actually like Zhou Xue instead?

Could it be that her previous approach to him and her ambiguous, aloof behavior towards him were merely a ploy to get him away from Zhou Xue so that she could approach Zhou Xue herself?

She just doesn't like herself.

Qin Qihan put the magazine aside, turned his head, and looked at the figure beside him who was facing away from him, wrapped in a blanket and motionless.

He suddenly spoke: "Yun Muqian."

She didn't move or respond, and it was unclear whether she was truly asleep or pretending not to hear.

"You've wanted to break up with me for a long time, haven't you?"

Her shoulders stiffened almost imperceptibly; she hadn't expected him to bring up this again.

Then she lifted her blindfold a crack, turned to look at him, and said, "Qin Qihan, how many times do I have to tell you, we've never actually dated."

To put it bluntly, she approached him to ruin Zhou Xue's happy and stable life, and she has already achieved that goal. There are plenty of men out there who can spend a fortune on her, so why should she stay with him?

She would never forget the arrogance and disdain Qin Qihan showed when they first got together. He looked down on her, so she could never expect him to have any sincerity towards her.

Qin Qihan comforted her, "Don't be angry, I don't want to argue with you."

He just felt that if he didn't make some things clear, the remaining hours of the trip would be very tense, and he wouldn't have a chance to hug her.

"I just want to know," Qin Qihan paused, seemingly considering his words, then, as if finally making up his mind, uttered those words, "when did you start wanting to part ways with me?"

When he uttered the words "parting ways," his lips pursed slightly. The word didn't sound good, and he was reluctant to use it to describe what happened between him and her, but he couldn't find a more accurate alternative.

He really wanted to know the real reason.

If you suddenly don't like him anymore, he needs to know a reason.

"I'm a lowlife." She raised an eyebrow slightly. "It's not right for me to be with a man like you with a respectable background."

Qin Qihan lowered his eyes and remained silent.

He actually remembered those words. When she took the initiative to come to him, he initially pretended to be reserved and didn't accept her so quickly, but instead gave her a little hardship.

He was arrogant then and didn't take anyone seriously, but she was far more stubborn than he thought and kept moving forward.

Of course, Yun Muqian wasn't one to hold grudges; she had a broad perspective. It was just that he had indeed said those words, and she was simply using them to deflect his current regret.

When he spoke again, his voice was lower and hoarser than before, carrying a bitterness rarely seen in him:

You can insult me, or even hit me.

But she didn't. From the time she met him until now, she had never said anything harsh. She had just silently endured his bad temper.

She's so kind.

It was so good that he wanted to possess it forever.