ThirdYoung Master Jun's gaze was indifferent, full of contempt. "There's no wedding anymore. Would I still care about other people's gossips? Let them mock as they wish. I'm still the same Jun Huang who scorns the mundane and stands above the rest, a man that no one can hurt!"
Feiyu could only retort, "Keep deluding yourself, Third Young Master!"
The more pride he displayed, the more he appeared to be indifferent, the deeper the wound in his heart. Because if he truly didn't care, he wouldn't insist on showing that he didn't.
Even more so, the madness he just exhibited, Feiyu had never seen from the Third Young Master. Such despair and anger, like an abandoned wounded lion, was heartbreaking.
"Third Young Master, if Old Madam hadn't stopped you just now, would you have killed her?"
ThirdYoung Master Jun's face hardened, and after a long while, he said,
"Yes."
Feiyu felt genuinely sorry for him this time.
