The tea burned his tongue, but it didn't stop him from drinking it. Lu Xingyan kept torturing himself ever since Yan Shu left the country.
He sipped on the tea while his focus was on the photo frame. "Shu'er," he sadly muttered to himself, "don't you miss your brother? Have you forgotten about me, my little princess? If I hadn't been so useless then you would still be with me.
"This is all mother's fault." His sadness was replaced by anger. "If not for her avarice, we wouldn't have suffered so much, and you wouldn't have run away. You would still be with me. I swear to make her pay for her sins!"
He threw the teacup on the floor, smashing it to bits. The teapot followed next, then the tray and anything else he could grab. Only when he smashed the photo frame did he regret his actions.
