"Huh?" Liang Chen responded, lowering his head towards Jing Haohao's ear, only to hear her murmuring, "Liangnian, Liangnian..."
Jing Haohao's voice was clear and soft, carrying a hint of tenderness that made Liang Chen freeze in place.
His ear was still close to Jing Haohao's lips, clearly feeling her breath, delicate as orchids.
But to Liang Chen, it felt as though a sharp icicle had ruthlessly stabbed his heart.
Cold and painful.
"Liangnian..." Jing Haohao murmured Shen Liangnian's name again.
Liang Chen, as if zapped by a high voltage, abruptly stood up, picked up Jing Haohao, and threw her into the bathtub. He turned on the faucet, disregarding the chill water, and began pouring it all over Jing Haohao.
The initial bathwater was cold, causing Jing Haohao's instinct to recoil to one side of the tub, her body curling from the cold. She furrowed her delicate eyebrows, softening her voice with a hint of grievance, "Liangnian, my heart is in pain..."
