"I…" Yvonne was a little unsure. Naturally, she didn't dare state it directly.

After hesitating for a while, she looked at Stephen. "Have you been well the past half a year?"

"What do you think?" Stephen asked in retort. His tone was calm and void of emotion.

They were in a spacious, open-air restaurant, but Yvonne still felt a little suffocated. Even the night breeze had stilled.

She took a deep breath. "I know it was terrible of me to leave without saying goodbye back then, but—"

"It's good that you know it's terrible." Stephen looked at Yvonne. "That's in the past. I don't need you to explain yourself anymore."

Yvonne was silent. She had never expected that Stephen would be so calm. She would much rather he yell at her and let it all out. Perhaps then she would feel better.

"Aren't you curious how I lived for the past six months?" Yvonne blurted without realizing it. She looked into Stephen's eyes with a hint of eagerness.

It was a pity. At that moment, all Stephen wanted to