Mu Liang's eyes held a shallow lightness, like clear water, as if trying to see right through someone. "You once said I was the only red rose of your life, so this heart belongs to me!"
The woman in front of him, her pale complexion swept away, became assertive and domineering, speaking in a tone that brooked no argument, as if he were inherently hers.
Mu Liang gave a cold laugh, "Who was it that trampled my heart underfoot as if it were worth less than the trash on the roadside?"
His question was like a knife, thrust into her heart.
It was suffocatingly painful.
"Mu Liang, I've never trampled your feelings underfoot."
She had always cherished their memories, treasuring every bit of what had passed between them.
"It's too late." Mu Liang looked at her, "I don't love you. No matter how precious your feelings are now, to me, they're just a piece of trash on the roadside!"