"Luoli, Luoli what are you doing! You're hurting me, let go, will you?"
Wen Mu's eyes were misty as she gazed at the man in the hospital gown before her, still handsome and tall. His features were so familiar and deep-seated, yet at that moment, they were filled with disgust and coldness towards her.
She was wearing high heels and simply couldn't keep up with his pace. She twisted her ankle, and he dragged her all the way to the entrance of the hospital before finally letting go.
As if touching something unclean, he immediately withdrew his hand and touched her no more.
"Luoli!" Wen Mu gasped for air, barely managing to stand by leaning against the wall. She had lost one of her shoes, and at that moment, she was far from the elegance and beauty she had just before, all awkwardness and embarrassment.
"Luoli, are you really going to drive me away? I'm just worried about you, you've been unconscious for a day and a half..."
The man paid no heed, lifting his feet and walking back into the hospital.
Wen Mu leaned against the wall, her shoulders trembling, her delicate white hands clenched under her clothes, desperately trying to resist the shivering as she reached out and caught hold of the man's remaining sleeve.
"Four years, you've refused to look at me, to speak to me, even refused to breathe the same air as me. Luoli, do you truly loathe me, or can you not admit that you can't let go of me!"
Having said that, she suddenly flashed a radiant smile, her beautiful eyes slightly squinting, seeing the man's tense jawline and rigid profile, more certain of her claim.
She tentatively moved closer to the man, wanting to get even closer to him.
"I saw that girl today, very innocent, very sweet, and so easy to bring back memories. The way she wore her ponytail, she really resembles me back in the day..."
"Ah—"
With a scream, the woman stumbled back "bang" against the cold wall, managing to avoid an even more embarrassing fall.
She looked up in astonishment.
The man strode over, calm and unrushed, and within half a meter from her, his fist came thundering down.
Screaming, she closed her eyes as the blow landed just by her ear.
With a "thud," the punch grazed her ear and hit the tiled wall, hard and ruthless.
Then she heard the man's sternly calm voice, cold as frost: "Wen Mu, I believe I've been more than tolerant of you these past years. I ignored you, rejected you, avoided you, all to make you understand your place. But even self-degradation has its limits!"
Under the perilous gaze, Wen Mu's face turned as pale as paper.
"Being insolent in front of me?" came his low, cold voice, "You'll only die faster!"
Then, his face slowly approached hers, his breath cold as ice, cold as frost.
"Putting a hairpin in my clothes? Having the old man put pressure on me? Wen Mu, do you know that I'm utterly disgusted by you!"
"Get lost!" he barked coldly, flinging the woman cruelly and coldly down the steps.
"Ah—" Another sharp cry.
Desperately, Wen Mu grabbed at the giant flowerpot beside her, her body swaying several times before she avoided being flung outright, her dramatic movements causing something inside her clothing to fall out.
The crisp sound like that of a jade piece rose and fell on the ground, eventually coming to a rest silently at the base of the wall.
Wen Mu's eyes flickered wildly, and she bent over to pick it up in panic, but a man was quicker than her.
Han Luoli picked up the small object from the ground, his eyes suddenly narrowing dangerously, his expression cold and sharp as an ice blade. His fingers, slightly calloused, gently caressed it, and after a long half-minute, he held up the Turquoise Earring, his voice grave: "Where did this come from?!"
Turquoise was common enough, and there were countless earrings made in such a style. But this one, with exceptional quality, was unique.
The only thing comparable to it was the other earring in his hand.
Without a doubt, these two Turquoise Earrings were a pair.
This meant that the owner of the earring was very likely to be his fiancée...