“Crack!” Only the sound of breaking was heard as the teacup in Liu Qing’s hand shattered. Ceramic shards embedded in his fair hand, blooming like blood-red crabapples. A piece of ceramic bounced off his handsome face, not feeling pain, but bright red blood trickled down his cheek, the sweet taste seeping into his lips…
A slender hand touched his face; at that moment, his heart was confused, shattered… Blood still trickled down his cheek, staining his pale face with a vivid red, looking eerie. The sweet blood flowed into his bright red lips, making them even more vivid, emitting a terrifying aura. The thick taste of blood filled his mouth, bitterness rising in his heart, overwhelming the sweet blood…
Shui Shui stopped in his tracks, watching this scene in surprise, seeing Xiao Tu’s cold demeanor, and Liu Qing clenching his fists in anger, his head lowered, only the drops of bright red blood falling to the ground visible, wondering what kind of eyes were hidden beneath his disheveled hair…
“Why?” A low voice rose, suppressing anger.
“You didn’t listen to advice. I told you to leave here, but you provoked my people.” Her words were cold, each one like a pearl, her calm silver eyes like a still pond of lotus flowers. She didn’t realize that her words had shattered a heart full of passion, trampling it underfoot. “You provoked my people” echoed in Liu Qing’s mind. Indeed, what was he? Nothing, just an object of everyone’s hatred, someone she despised. Her people, haha, how laughable… He too wanted to be one of her people! But would she want him?
No…
