Ye Xingguang's rationality instantly crumbled. She paid no heed to the man's harsh and unreasonable words. She pushed him away forcefully, staring at the joss papers on the ground that were not completely burnt before being stepped on, and the three incense sticks already extinguished under his feet in the mud, causing her heart to ache.
Her eyes turned red at once, filled with both guilt and self-blame, feeling as if she had truly let down Qin Junye.
Qin Junye had died saving her, yet now she couldn't even protect the incense sticks she lit for him.
What gave this man the right to be so brazenly disrespectful to the dead?
Ye Xingguang stared at the man who was as furious as a burning flame, feeling a wave of disappointment. She trembled with anger, unable to utter a word.
But the man, Ye Junqing, was relentless. He gripped her jaw with his fingers, forcing her to look up and demanded menacingly, "Did you hear what I said!"
