Yanni sat quietly on the sofa in the main bedroom on the second floor, gazing out at the night. There were no stars or moon, only a thick darkness.

Yanni looked for a long time until her starry eyes became slightly moist. Keaton came in from the kitchen, bringing her a cup of warm milk. His voice carried a hint of tenderness.

"Drinking something warm will help a bit."

Yanni raised her eyes and looked at Keaton. Instead of taking the milk, she directly asked, "Did you sleep with Denise?"

This was her bottom line.

Keaton held the cup of milk with his long and attractive fingers. He quietly gazed at Yanni. After a moment, he softly replied, "No, I didn't do anything with her."

Then, the cup of milk was placed on the coffee table. Keaton knew Yanni wasn't in the mood to drink. So, he sat on the sofa opposite her.

Keaton's expression was calm as he began to recount those past events. It was quite unpleasant, One could even say he was putting his own pain under a microscope.