"She didn't show up..."
Tai Yuhao muttered under his breath, his voice laced with a dangerous mixture of disbelief and growing rage.
He felt a sharp, uncontrollable twitch in his right cheek, a physical manifestation of the humiliation burning like wild fire through his veins.
His grip tightened instinctively, and with a sickening crunch, he crushed yet another expensive crystal glass of spiritual wine.
The dark red liquid mixed with a fresh ooze of crimson blood from his unhealed palm, dripping onto the fine table runner.
Why hadn't she shown up? It made absolutely no logical sense within his twisted worldview.
Wasn't she the least bit curious? Anyone in her position would be absolutely dying to know how a random noble scion from a premier Central Region clan knew the darkest, most carefully guarded secrets of her tragic past.
She was supposed to be desperate for answers, practically sprinting down to this exact room to beg him for clarification.
