"Do you know that what you're doing is insulting me?"
She wept furiously at him, her voice trembling and filled with hatred.
He could choose not to love her, not to be with her, but why did he pompously claim he wouldn't think of her again, miss her again, when in fact?
Making love to her, he would call out another's name. That hurt her more than if he'd plunged a knife into her chest.
She curled up at the head of the bed, tears pouring down like rain.
The man by the bed looked at her but said nothing.
How could he explain?
In that moment, he didn't know what happened to him, he was too excited, and her name just slipped out.
Had it not slipped out, he wouldn't have realized that Zaozao was irreplaceable in his eyes.
Even though he kept reminding himself that the girl beneath him was Mu Xiangning, at that critical moment, he still called out Zaozao's name.
It turns out, forgetting someone isn't so easy after all.
