"Wait, Yaya," he paused, "sorry_" His eyes stared with regret, then lowered his head deeply.

Alright, I guess it's time for me to speak. I took a deep breath trying to think clearly for a moment, then began to speak. "Fen. I'm married and it's 'Key'. I love him," I replied in a firm tone without being nervous, even though my heart was beating fast.

Fendi slowly released his grip, looked down at the floor, put one hand on the nape of his neck, he looked gloomy, and crushed.

"Okay, fine. I understand." His voice was heavy.

Fendi turned, walked away, then opened the door until the door leaf hit...