"Yes, I am crazy, and it's all thanks to you!" Xia Weiyi screamed hysterically, slapping away Xu Zhiye's hand that was gripping her shoulder.
She looked at the man before her with a cold sneer, full of mockery. "Xu Zhiye, you could let three thugs drug and violate me, so why the hell should you care who I'm someone's lover? Stop your hypocritical pity party here, it makes me sick just watching!"
Bringing up the past made Xu Zhiye feel as if his heart were being cut with a knife, he felt regret and blamed himself, but—
"Yiyi, what exactly do you want?" Xu Zhiye took off his glasses, tiredly rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"What do I want?" Xia Weiyi retorted, "I want you to disappear immediately, and preferably never show up in front of me again!"
"Mr. Xu, the play's over, and your objectives are achieved. You can get lost now!"
Xu Zhiye clenched his palm, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart.
