His foot rose and stepped forward again, his pace heavy as stone as he caught up to Yan Zao, grabbing her arm and pulling her back to face him.
Bowing his head, his cold breath landed on Yan Zao's face, tears still glistening in her eyes, yet her gaze remained as icy and piercing as ever.
"What do you and Cheng Xingzhi take me, Lan Mu, for? Why should I let you trample over me, time and again?"
He radiated an air of menace, his body shaking as he leaned in even closer, clenching his teeth as he forced out each word, "If you want to be with Cheng Xingzhi in this life, it'll be over my dead body."
Then he let go of her arm, turned around, and left without looking back.
As his tall figure walked away, it seemed to take the coldness of the late winter months with him. Yan Zao watched him go, her footsteps halting as she retreated until she sat down on the couch.
