Wounded by Anger

Dou Xingyu looked at her mysterious brother with shock and regret.

He, he, he.

Did he already know? It was over.

No, he probably doesn't know yet.

Dou Xingyu carefully looked at Dou Shengming's ice-cold expression and lowered her head, thinking about how she should explain this.

"Me."

Dou Xingyu choked with sobs as she spoke. Even if her brother didn't recognize her, she would. However, it was possible that she would never be able to talk to her cute sister-in-law again. It was also possible that she wouldn't even be able to meet her again.

This was too tormenting.

Dou Xingyu pursed her lips, her smile bleak and sorrowful.

"It's me."

A strange silence lingered around them. The expected torrential rain didn't arrive as expected. The only thing that followed was silence, so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard.

Gradually, the brutality on Dou Shengming's body spread out and engulfed the entire living room.