You're being cruel to me today, but tomorrow, you'll regret it.
After throwing out that sentence, He Che didn't even glance at Ai Jiang again as he briskly walked away.
His glasses lay before him on the ground, a gift from Ai Jiang, but he didn't stop to pick them up. Instead, he stepped on them, crushing the frame and shattering the lenses.
Once He Che left, the bathroom entrance became eerily silent.
Perhaps out of guilt, Ai Jiang was unsure what to do next. She glanced furtively at Han Zhijin, then began sobbing even more pitifully as she wiped her tears. "I don't know who he is, I don't know him at all..."
"When I came out of the bathroom, he just grabbed me and started saying things I didn't understand...I told him I didn't know him, but he wouldn't let me go..."
Ai Jiang cried as if she had been wronged in the worst way possible.
"Are you hurt anywhere?" Han Zhijin finally spoke up.
"No, I'm not..." Ai Jiang's tears streamed down her face.
