"Help you? You think I'm helping you? Did you presume I had fallen in love with you, hence rescued you from prison?" Su Yan's tone was as self-indulgent as Bai Xue's imaginations.
His words were piercingly harsh.
"Then why else would you aid me? Isn't condemning me to death for murder just the thing you wanted?"
"That would be too easy on you!"
His blunt reply shattered the last shred of hope in Bai Xue's heart.
She let go of his hand, and with a self-deprecating smile, she said, "Indeed, I shouldn't have made such assumptions, my apologies, Mr. Su."
She was polite, courteous, but her self-mocking words stung Su Yan.
He turned to leave, finding everything irksome.
The loud slam of the door brought down Bai Xue's facade of toughness, and she slumped onto the sofa.
She covered her face, and tears trickled down through her fingers.
The bigger the expectations and hopes, the greater the loss and disappointment.
The sweetness of waiting led to a more painful outcome...
