Zhao was sitting on the mini couch with his head on its crook when he heard the voice of Zhu Rui who had woken up. He opened his eyelids to see her. "Sorry, I was-"
"What if I die? Then you would have to say sorry to me? You are getting meaner day by day. The Zhao whom I used to love is not anymore you," Zhu Rui snapped at him.
"It was a mistake. I did not push you off willingly," Zhao asserted. Zhu Rui chuckled and averted her gaze. "Why are you crying? You started things. You were the one who-"
"Yes, I know I am the one who said that I hate her for making my husband head over heels for her. Try to get into my shoes and then you will see why I hate her. Now, let me tell you something—you blame your dad for not setting up you with her. But you are wrong. Your father talked with Mishi's father but he did not want her to marry you. You always blame people," pronounced Zhu Rui.
