Little Jiao froze on the spot, staring blankly at him.
Then, she turned to Sun Qing with teary eyes.
"Is it because of her?"
Wu Qing felt a chill in his heart under her gaze. Putting down his glass, he tugged forcefully at his collar, the cold light in his peach blossom eyes slicing at her like a knife.
"Yes."
His words ignited the already dry air.
Apart from Sun Qing, who had been silent all along, even Wu Jiang and the others were startled by his serious demeanor. After all these years, when had they seen him getting this worked up over a woman when he'd spent so much time frolicking with others on his arms?
"Brother Qi..."
Little Jiao's tears flowed like a fountain, her beautiful dreams shattered to pieces, sobbing until she could hardly make a sound.
"Why do you have to be so heartless... I only have you… I love you…"
