If gripping your hand would only pull myself into another abyss, Xiao Pingfeng, I'd rather remain in darkness, unrescued and undisturbed.
This sentence...
How grating it sounded.
Xiao Pingfeng's dark eyes appeared to drown in a black sea as his thin lips pressed tightly together, suppressing the fiery temper within.
His gaze was filled with scorn and mockery.
"Yan Jing told me you had lost your memory, which is why you were manipulated by Chu Qi and Song Huaxu. But now it seems these were mere excuses to absolve you, Yan Wanqing. You're selfish and self-centred; you see no one but yourself. My kindness toward you, even if bestowed upon a dog, would earn a wagging tail and pleading eyes. Yet you?"
"You would not." Xiao Pingfeng emphasized, as the former lovers crumbled and instinctively sought to wound each other. "You simply magnify your own pain and place all the blame on me. Utterly ridiculous!"
Yan Wanqing had no desire to explain.
