Nangong Lin, Nangong Mo, that bastard doesn't even spare the old and the children! Does he think she's the same kind of beast as him? She is, after all, "unstained by filth"!
Xia Yuxun gasped for breath in her anger, "Believe? What right do you have to demand my belief in you? What about you? Have you ever believed in me? Seeing me with another man, you just assume I'm unfaithful... Leng Sichen, how have I treated you, touch your heart and tell me!"
Leng Sichen was about to lose his temper, but then he saw Xia Yuxun groan in pain, her expression tortured, as his cold gaze slowly shifted to the hand he was holding.
He carefully opened her palm, only to see it was drenched in blood, and Leng Sichen's face darkened instantly.
Is this the reason?
She tried hard to conceal her wound, not wanting him to see it, yet he cruelly uncovered it.
Xia Yuxun tried to pull her hand away, but he forcefully held it open, his gaze fixed on her bloody palm.