Throwing her tissue into the bin, Yu Jingrong fixed her hair in the mirror and said softly, "I'm still the same as I was three years ago, and you, you're his brother's fiancee."
Her calm demeanor clearly angered Mo Liusha.
Mo Liusha reached out and turned Yu Jingrong to face her, then spat angrily, "Yu Jingrong, do you know how much I despise you? Of all the men in Q City, none compare to him. None are like him. If he wanted to be with me, I would give up everything. But he doesn't want to be with me, all for a damn betrothal. My betrothal to his brother. He's with you, and that which I desire, you've got effortlessly. You took him for granted, abandoned him, and even dared to hurt him. Now you're back, and want to return to him? Do you think it's that easy?"
Yu Jingrong, expressionless, responded with a tone colder than the wind itself, "You know nothing, yet stand here spewing nonsense. I find you pitiful, and pitifully ridiculous!"
