If she hadn't been drunk, Feng Yun wouldn't have said such things.
Yesterday's matters were as good as dead; she shouldn't have asked.
But what she couldn't say sober, the drunken Feng Yun could.
"You betrayed me." Her eyes heated with emotion, she angrily lunged at his solid chest, teeth gritted, almost wild, "Why did you betray me..."
She knew she was overreacting, but alcohol was an excellent catalyst, fiercely stirring her nerves, beyond her control, compelling her to act out.
As her punches landed on his body, Pei Jue reached out to restrain her, but his palm landed precisely on the wound at her waist, causing her to hiss in pain, nearly dropping tears.
"So cruel. After all these years, you haven't changed..."
Feng Yun looked at the man, whose eyes held an unwavering coldness, and murmured a laugh.
"You really are mean, quite skilled at bullying others..."
There was no response; Pei Jue seemed to frown.
Seeing his wooden-stump-like reaction, Feng Yun remembered.
