Luo Zhanyu tightened his fists in his sleeve. "What I'm trying to say is no matter how noble your status is, in my heart, you aren't even worth the little finger of my sister! I forbid you from ever coercing her and imprisoning her in the name of love, making her life worse than death itself…"
Di Fuyi glimpsed at him. "You mustn't have thought that I was your father!"
Luo Zhanyu, "..."
The Celestial Master's words were unbelievably arrogant and gave the ever meek Luo Zhanyu a strong impulse to punch him.
He had indeed felt a bit irascible. If Gu Xijiu had not slept for four nights straight, how could he ever go to bed soundly? He was always haunted by nightmares of Gu Xijiu committing suicide for love or her crying in the rain in dejection. They had always frightened him from his sleep and compelled him to check on his sister and to see whether Di Fuyi had died.
