Why is he so angry all the time?

Xuan had reached the art classroom. As she entered, Xuan noticed that the classroom was almost empty. "About right. I must have wasted time while I was chatting." She thought to herself as Ying Xuan headed across the room towards her bag.

She had apparently not noticed a small, mousey looking girl who was sitting in the seat beside her's.

Ying Xuan gave her a smile as she picked up her bag. The girl nervously returned the smile and said, "I really liked your painting."

Ying Xuan quickly took out her notebook and scribbled a note. If it had been before, she would have only smiled or nodded at the compliment, but now she was more comfortable with her disability and had accepted it as a part of herself.

The girl read her thank you note and looked up, "Do you....umm....."

Ying Xuan took the notebook and scribbled another note, "Yeah. I'm dumb. Cannot speak. But I can hear just fine."

The girl seemed a little embarrassed now, her nervousness no longer there, "Oh, so do you.... do you have a twin or something?"

Ying Xuan nodded her head.

A look of realisation dawned on the girl's face, "That explains it. I saw a girl just like you in Chinese literature, but she was wearing different clothes, and seemed..... different."

Ying Xuan gave the girl a knowing look. Even though she and Xi were twins, anyone would be able to tell they were two different people if they looked long enough. Their personalities were completely different.

As the girl opened her mouth to say something, a deep voice sounded from behind her, "That's my bag you have your hand on."

Ying Xuan looked up surprised to see Wei Jingyu standing there, looking very cross.

"Why is he so angry all the time?" Ying Xuan wondered as the girl hastily removed her hand and Wei Jingyu snatched up his bag.

As he turned to leave, the girl stammered, "Young...young master Wei? Umm...."

Wei Jingyu turned around crossed his arms. The girl looked so nervous and embarrassed that Ying Xuan could probably guess what she was here to say and she knew it was not her place to hear it.

Xuan made her way towards the classroom door and had barely walked out of it when she heard Wei Jingyu's thundering voice, "Don't ever dare to touch my stuff ever again. And keep this...."

Ying Xuan stopped in her tracks and turned around. She stood in the hallway for a few seconds before deciding and making her way back into the classroom. She passed Wei Jingyu just as she entered the door.

Ying Xuan looked at him with such a disgusted look that Wei Jingyu immediately felt like trash. But he had his pride to keep, so Jingyu walked and did not even look back.

Ying Xuan reached the seat which was apparently Wei Jingyu's where the girl was sitting with her face in her hands. Ying Xuan squatted down and stroked the girl's hair.

The girl hugged Ying Xuan and full on burst out crying. Ying Xuan kept patting her back and stroking her head intermittently.

The girl mumbled, "I've liked him for three years. You...you won't tell anyone about this, right?"