Gu Jiangnian might never have imagined that he was digging a huge pit for himself, and this pit—no matter how he tried to fill it, it would never be full.
Still on the concubine couch in the bedroom, Jiang Muwan leaned on the couch, watching Gu Jiangnian pour the bruise liniment in his palm and even rub it with some semblance of skill.
Before applying the liniment, he glanced at Jiang Muwan. Muwan had an ominous feeling rising within her; just as she opened her mouth, not a single word came out, replaced instead by a scream of agony.
Accompanying the scream was Jiang Muwan's slap.
This time, it didn't land on the face but on the shoulder.
"Gu Jiangnian."
"Jiang Muwan."
Both spoke at the same time.
The former was Jiang Muwan's roar.
The latter was Gu Jiangnian's cold, angry voice.
"You damn bastard."
"You little bitch."
Both shouted angrily, their voices reaching the heavens.
Why this anger under a clear sky?
"Are you trying to murder me, damn it?"
