Xia Yanxin wanted to say that she too had had a terrible day. The lipstick mark on his shirt was like a needle in her heart. A lover's eyes could not tolerate any sand; the deeper the love, the deeper the hurt.
Long Yutian was stunned. His eyes widened and suddenly became sharp, his tone became pressing, "Xia Yanxin, are you playing me? Do you think you can just break up with me whenever you want? Without giving me a clear reason, there's no door." His overwhelming dominance and notorious persistence had made him famous; she couldn't outstubborn him.
"Oh... I understand now. You fancy the man from just now, don't you? Do you believe I would go and kill him right now!"
"Long Yutian, don't go slinging mud and dragging unrelated people into this! It's clear that you're the one being promiscuous out there, yet you have the nerve to accuse me of starting trouble!"
