The air instantly solidified, as Xiang Wan had anticipated.
She was not afraid, boldly meeting Zuo Xingyun's gaze.
She wanted to know why things had come to this, she didn't want to feel nothing but hatred for someone she had once depended on so deeply. Even if she had to hate, she wanted to hate clearly and understandably.
During the days she stumbled through the hospital in a daze after learning of her father's death and witnessing her mother fall from a building, she had wanted nothing more than to tear the man before her to pieces, as it seemed the only way to relieve the hatred in her heart.
Something seemed to flicker in Zuo Xingyun's eyes, but it was indistinct, like the still water under the sunlight, glimmering on the surface with inpenetrable depths below.
After a long silence, he finally said, "You are you, he is he."
