The air cracked with tension.
"Who are you?" Pei Xingcheng asked, his voice tight as he stared at the woman.
The woman glared at him. "Why? Why did you do this to me?" she shrieked, her voice cracking with hysteria. "I loved you! I loved you so much, how could you do this?"
Pei Xingcheng felt a cold knot form in his stomach. Loved him? What was this woman talking about?
Suddenly, the man's words echoed in his mind. Was he talking about this woman? He studied her more closely, but the woman before him didn't evoke any recognition, no warmth of affection. He felt nothing towards her.
Instead, a chilling unease settled over him. This wasn't love, it was something more akin to obsession.
