"Are you fucking crazy?"
Liang Yu gasped for breath as he ran to the other side, simply wanting to keep his distance from Wang Mian.
Wang Mian, however, took a deep breath and glanced at the mirror.
Through the mirror, he could see the bloodstain was neither too deep nor too shallow, but enough to show a trace of blood.
A stabbing pain spread across his entire cheek.
"What the hell are you doing? Can't you talk things out? Do you have to get physical with me?"
Liang Yu looked at him as if to question, or perhaps to mock.
"Talk it out? I try to talk to you, but you're thinking about breaking us up. Wang Mian, what the hell are you thinking?"
During the conversation, Liang Yu slipped into the kitchen and casually grabbed a sharp knife.
The blade pointed at Wang Mian, and then he made a cautious gesture.
She furrowed her brows, feeling resentful.
At the same time, she despised every move Wang Mian made.
