Liu Yao also sat to the side, his face etched with worry as a palpable Evil Qi swirled around him.
His superficial injuries had healed, but his internal wounds were still severe. He even had to restrain himself when he got angry, which was incredibly frustrating.
He gritted his teeth, all traces of love gone from his eyes. "That bitch... she's been lying to me for all these years..."
"Hmph, I told you a long time ago! Scions of prominent families like them would never deign to look at us, but you wouldn't believe me!"
Liu Yiyi's expression twisted, her anger flaring as she recalled the fool Liu Yao had made of himself.
Liu Yao's expression faltered, and he couldn't help but shoot back, "And wasn't it because you were trying to fix the match? Would I have ended up like this otherwise?"
Tempers flared, and neither was willing to back down, each convinced the other was more to blame.
After a long while, their anger finally subsided, and they sat down again to plot their revenge.
