At her husband's shout, Tang Qiu stared at him in blank shock. He had called her by her full name–and with such hatred. Was he angry because she had suddenly come to him without his permission? "I'm sorry. I… I just…"
"Shut up. Get out!" The last thing Jiang Shaocheng wanted right now was an apology. What he wanted was sincerity and honesty. What he wanted was her love… but now everything just seemed like a cruel joke. And what had he been thinking? Why would a cripple be blessed with a marriage that had seemingly fallen into his lap–with a woman who was true to him?
"You want me to get lost?" All of Tang Qiu's words–whether of frustration or affection–evaporated. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She had come here because she had sincerely missed him, and now he was throwing her efforts back in her face. It was laughable. She gritted her teeth, stood, and left. The moment the door closed behind her, her tears began to flow.
