She looked up fiercely at Zeng Min, intimidating her and causing her to tremble. “I’m starting to pity you. Besides thinking about how to gain his attention, you know nothing else. You want all women to be like you, using any means to get him to look at you. Now you’ve brought me here, but what can you do? Without me, will he love you? No, he’ll just find another woman.”
“Shut up and take back your hypocritical words,” Zeng Min said hatefully, almost wanting to drink Ou Xueman’s blood. “I may be pitiful, but I’m not like you, shamelessly clinging to him. I won’t let a bad woman like you stay by Xihuang’s side.”
A cold, hysterical laugh escaped Ou Xueman’s mouth. “Stop making excuses. Me, clinging to him? As long as he doesn’t divorce, I’m the most qualified person to be by his side. My words are hypocritical? I understood this after losing my family and loved ones. No one is more qualified to say this than me.”
Her words stunned Zeng Min, quickly replaced by a look of contempt.
[From: Not Wanting to Say I Love You, Chapter 58: A Harbor That Can Be Moored]
The sound of waves hitting the shore grew softer. Ou Xueman knew the boat had left port, and that feeling of loneliness accompanied her. Though she didn’t know what Zeng Min planned to do to her, she knew she wouldn’t be let go.
She wondered if she would see tomorrow, feeling truly unwilling to disappear silently from the world. She regretted that her well-behaved past had led to this result and that every encounter with him had ended in tragedy. She hadn’t thoroughly hated him and felt she had wasted eight years on an inexplicable feeling, wallowing in self-pity while clinging to memories of his unreal, dreamlike gentleness.
Beneath her seemingly calm heart lay many grievances and regrets. Despair, like the calm before a storm, invaded her heart.
Her hands tied behind her back had gone numb, and the pain at her neck felt like it could break. Waves of dizziness clouded her consciousness, but she did not want to succumb to darkness.
