Perhaps it was because she hadn't eaten, but Lian Xinying was so weak that she couldn't even bother to resist.
After he carried her to the bedroom, his long legs casually kicked the bedroom door shut.
"If I'm not angry with you, who else would I be angry with? They're all dead!" After Lian Xinying was placed on the bed, her fingers clutched the fiery red silk quilt.
A pair of bright eyes stared steadily at him.
He stood by the bed, his face as cold as ever.
She was angry with him because she had no one else left to be angry with.
"If, as you say, there's nothing between you and Shu Xiang, then... it's also because of me that Shu Xiang died. She was used, and I'm in pain! She's dead, and I'm just as miserable!" Lian Xinying let out all the emotions she had been holding inside, "When I was about to be burned to death by your mother, where were you? When my face was burned beyond recognition, where were you?"
