He laughed again, his deep, dark eyes were still gazing at her, and the firm lines on his face twitched subtly. Then suddenly, a surge of anger rose up, he roared in a low voice, "I fucking want to know why, out of all the women in the world who are better than you, more likable than you, why am I so hung up on you?! I don't even know when it started! Do you think I'm trying to get back at you? Mu Xiangwan, your inadequacy is already pathetic enough, do I need to retaliate against you? You think all I do for you is just to spite you? Hah! You think too highly of yourself!"
The voice filled with hatred echoed extraordinarily low in the silent night. Mu Xiangwan felt every word hitting her like hailstones. Her mixed emotions gradually grew clear, all converging into a river of anger, which then roared its way to her palm, compelling her to fling out a harsh slap－－
