Gong Jie said, "Sis, do you know that there's an irreconcilable family feud between the Gongs and the Mus?! If not for Mu Sheng, our mother wouldn't have lost her life in that fire that day! That person is a cruel miscreant; he caused mom's death and indirectly turned you into a vagabond, which resulted in us being separated for a whole fifteen years!"
Acting unlike his usual elegant and aristocratic self, he suddenly grabbed hold of her wrist and squeezed it horrifyingly hard in his hand.
It totally did not occur to the woman to evade or struggle free from his vice-like grip. She merely looked at him in alarm.
"Fifteen years! How many fifteen years are there in life?! We should've been together for all our lives and never separated! It's all his fault! He's the real culprit here! Don't you hate him at all?"
The words 'I hate him!' were blurted out by her.
"You do?"
