The man smiled and said confidently, "I know you don't want to hurt me. I always knew. You love me so much, how could you possibly hurt me?"
Barbara did not want to hurt anyone, but it was not like what this man said.
She just wanted to leave and never see his face again.
"Barb …"When he once again stretched out his hand to her, Barbara didn't even think too much but raised the bottle of smoke ash cup in her hand and smashed it towards the man's head.
The man's forehead was cut open and blood was dripping down from it, but he didn't seem to know the pain and continued to smile at her, "Barb, I know you're still angry at me, so I'll let you hit me. But when your anger is gone, go back with me."
The wound on his forehead was deep, and blood kept flowing out, dripping onto his face, body and hands, but he ignored it, as though his eyes could only contain Barbara.