"If you're not deaf, then leave, where is your dignity?" Mu Liang mocked, "What about begging me on your knees, what about severing ties forever? Even the stray dogs on the streets have more backbone than you, get lost now!"
Qiao Xia's face was a ghastly white, knowing all too well the power of words spoken by the person she loved. She had once hurt Mu Liang like this, they had once hurt each other with the harshest words, wounding themselves all over in the process.
If this were before his wedding, she would have turned and left at such words from Mu Liang.
Just as she had said at the wedding, if he could no longer love her, then he should forget her, love someone else well, and live a happy life.
She would have wished him well.
One mean remark, one disdainful glance from him, and she would have walked far away, building up high walls to protect herself from getting hurt; she was afraid of the feeling of offering her warm heart to him, only to be crushed under his foot.
