Volume 3, Chapter 34: Heavy Lies

Lin Zefeng!

He had not shown up since being rejected for marriage, but today, when I was at my saddest, most self-blaming, and in the foulest of moods, he ran over.

I saw him and, out of spite, intended to walk around him. Insincere jerk, wouldn't he persist to show his determination to marry me after I had turned down his proposal once? He just played disappearing acts on me, so why should I be polite to him now?

"Xiao Xin." He stopped me and grabbed my hand; although the gesture was rough, it strangely didn't hurt me. Between his fingers, there was even a hint of careful tenderness. Honestly—I must admit—it touched my heart.

"Please let go of me, or I might start hitting you." I said coldly, but I really wanted to collapse in his arms and let him comfort my discouragement and exhaustion.

"Why did you try to kill yourself by slitting your wrists?" He ignored me and asked a strange question, his expression full of pain.