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In this bitterly cold weather, chugging a bottle of ice water did nothing to quell the fire raging within him. Instead, it only seemed to fuel his temper.
Clang, the man stretched out his hand and tossed the water bottle into the trash can. It missed and, skimming the rim, crashed at Jiang Muwan's feet.
The suddenness of it made her shiver.
Deep down, she knew she was in the wrong. Seeing him boiling with rage, she realized that challenging him would only put her at a disadvantage.
Jiang Muwan was all too aware of this, so aware that it made Gu Jiangnian hate her enough to wish her dead.
Without raising her eyes, Jiang Muwan could sense Gu Jiangnian's harsh gaze fixed on her, as sharp and cutting as a knife, wishing he could slice her to pieces.
That day, anything Gu Jiangnian held in his hands ended up being slammed down forcefully, clearly displaying the torrents of rage he had no outlet for.
And what about Jiang Muwan?
