"Are you the kind of fucker who calms down just because someone talks nice to you? Huh?"
With his roar, layer after layer of mist rose in his eyes. "If that worked, would I have had to fucking run off to this godforsaken shithole to suffer?"
"Ha! So this is all my fault now, is that it?"
Hearing that, Rong Jinchen suddenly lost it, yelling in despair, "You're not wrong, I'm the one who's wrong, it's me, okay?"
"What the hell are you yelling for?"
"Because I'm useless! Useless people can only yell, right? Isn't that it?"
Anyone can spit that kind of self‑deprecating crap, but hearing him say it like this at a moment like this, Bai Cenxiao finally realized something was off with his mood.
So the thought of smacking him a couple more times was dropped. He changed his tone and asked more gently, "Did you swallow a bullet or something? Why the fuck are you so worked up?"
"None of your damn business…"
