Yan Qing felt that he had always been someone not easily angered, and few could provoke his wrath. Whenever someone offended him and deserved revenge, he would take it on the spot, never leaving it for the next day.
Even when someone was seething with rage, he remained the same, not taking it to heart—after all, their anger could not reach him.
But now, he discovered that just one sentence from Ling Hua could enrage him to death. Yet there she was, looking as if she didn't realize she had angered him, which only infuriated him further.
Yan Qing felt his blood boiling as he stared at Ling Hua, standing straight and facing her. His gaze into her eyes was like looking into a deep pool of dark, heavy water, neither clear nor bottom-visible, as if one glance could pull her entire being in, and she would vanish without a trace, pressed deep into the pool's bottom, never to see the light of day again.
