With those words, the Red Rhombus transformed back into a thorn, aimed directly at Wang Mu's heart. In the next instant, it seemed poised to strike.
Wang Mu's pupils contracted. Damn it, this Witch is serious...
At that moment, Wang Mu took a deep breath. He closed his eyes, then reopened them and said in a low voice to the crimson figure, "There's nothing to explain... Instead, there are some things I want to tell you..."
"Oh?" The crimson figure smiled. "Speak, I'm listening. Don't try to win my sympathy with insincere talk of seeking forgiveness; it's pointless! And don't tell me you still cherish old feelings, or that you only like me—that's all rubbish—or that you only loved me. Don't even bother saying you left back then because of some reason or another. It has nothing to do with me; I don't care anymore. You should know I don't believe a single word of it. Let's see what you actually have to say."
"..." Wang Mu was speechless.
