"Don't touch me!"
"Get lost! I don't want to see you…"
Shang Meili struggled for a moment, her face buried in the crook of her arm, sobbing quietly.
She barely put up any strength, and I easily held her in my arms.
"What on earth is wrong?"
"It's none of your business, what does my life or death have to do with you? Go find your Zhu Yanjiao! In your eyes, I am that deceitful, awful woman, aren't you supposed to be happy for that cheap woman seeing me like this?"
Shang Meili struggled again, her voice trembling as she yelled.
Her crying intensified, her shoulders jerking with each sob.
"No, what's happened? You can tell me, I can help you." I held her even tighter.
"How can you help? You? What can you do! You're such a useless man…"
She got up, pushed me away, and glared at me through tear-streaked eyes, her gaze scornful and filled with intense mockery—just as harsh as before, "Why would I bother about someone like you? I really am sick! I should have agreed!"
