The sound of glass and porcelain shattering onto the marbled tiles could be heard, accompanied by loud arguments. Tables were upturned, curtains yanked onto the floor, hundred-year-old vases were broken into pieces, and a frame with a couple's picture tumbled onto the floor and cracked.
"So what if I did?!" A shrill voice pierced through the air, a complete contrast to the angelic voice she was known for. Tears streamed down her face, accompanied by black streaks of mascara. Her throat was hoarse from all of the screaming she had done in the past couple hours, but she still did not relent — something she had always done when it came to him.
"He's only a friend! Why can't you trust me?" Xia Mengxi erratically wailed, the sound clenching at Zheng Tianyi's heart. She sounded so heartbroken yet it frustrated him that he could only react to it in anger.
