Compared to the humiliation under the public eye, what was even more painful and unbearable was her extreme aversion towards him, like dodging a cockroach in her avoidance.
There was also that little mouth that he adored, uttering the most heart-stabbing words where each sentence pierced deep into his flesh, shaking his soul to the core. His lips, white as paper, trembled, unable to utter a word.
With a snap, she ruthlessly discarded the ring in her hand, which rolled away on the ground.
"This ring disgusts me too. Anything you've touched, I find filthy."
Third Young Master Jun's heart was fiercely stabbed, his fingers trembling as he watched the ring she cast aside like an old shoe, lying on the carpet as though it were his heart thrown onto the ground.
This ring wasn't filth; it was his love for her!
Even if she didn't want it, he wanted to keep it safe.
His fingers shook as he stretched out his hand, trying hard to grasp it.