Fu Xiaotang, though she steeled herself not to back away, couldn’t continue. The man before her seemed not the familiar, elegant prince but a cold, dark deity.
“Why stop?” the dark deity asked, his voice calm but each word sharp. “Let me finish for you. You want to be with me, but your heart still holds room for someone else, so you can’t, right? Even though he hurt you, trampled on you, and will soon marry your sister, you still can’t forget him, can you? No matter how hard you try, no matter how devoted I am to you, you can’t ignore him; his every move still stirs your heart like a storm, right?”
Fang Junjie stared at her for a moment as if to see through her soul, then waved his hand with a sigh of resignation, “Look, how well I know you, far better than you know me. Alright, you’ve said what you needed to, now leave, I have work to do.”
Fu Xiaotang felt a throbbing pain in her hand, like someone was repeatedly branding her with a hot iron. She ignored the doctor’s advice, rubbing her hand against her back, though it made her shiver in pain, there was another place in her heart that ached even more profoundly.
