Xia Liqin coldly narrowed her gaze at him. Han Tian clenched his fists at her silence. He let out a mocking chuckle. "Even after everything that happened, you still choose to have sympathy for him. Even though my sister killed herself because of that bastard, you have no qualms thinking about that man and even…" he sadly laughed, "preparing a gift for him."
She said nothing.
"So I guess all these years, you continued to maintain your 'friendship' with him, didn't you?"
"Tian, I don't want to talk about this," she stood up.
"Of course. Why would you want to talk about it? If not for you, my sister would still have been alive!"
She shook hard as her eyes turned wet.
"But there isn't a trace of guilt in your gaze. I cannot believe that you still choose to side with that man who should suffer in hell. He destroyed everything for us and you... Guess old feelings die hard."
