Even though she had drunk a lot, she could still make out his meaning. Angry, she raised the bottle in her hand and said:
"What's wrong with you? I'm already so pitiful, and you have to twist the knife in my heart? Go away, go away! I don't want to see you."
"Can't one even speak the truth anymore?"
Damn it!
Dongfang Ling really felt like killing someone.
Her body, already unsteady, kept pushing against him: "If you're not here to comfort me, then just go. I don't want to see you."
But he was like a wall, immovable.
"Leng Shaoze, what have I done to you? Why are you treating me this way? I'm telling you to leave, can't you hear me?"
He still didn't move.
"Leng Shaoze, I'm talking to you!"
She almost fell to the ground.
Leng Shaoze caught her in time, pulling her into his arms in a swift motion.
"You!"
She was surprised, but more than that, it was comforting. Such an embrace, at such a time, seemed just right.
