The girl timidly bowed her head, not daring to meet Mo Shaolin's eyes.
"Ah Lin, I know you don't like me, I'm planning to leave."
Mo Shaolin's expression quivered slightly, he glared at the girl, "Where do you think you're going? Found someone else?"
"I haven't!" The girl shed tears of humiliation.
"Ah Lin, why would you think that of me? Apart from you, I don't know anyone else. You are my whole world, but I'm not the only one in yours. I know you like that girl called Li Xia, that's why you gave me the name Yun Xia. I know, I know it all!"
Angered and ashamed, Mo Shaolin quickly stepped in front of her and, with an ashen face, grabbed her throat saying, "Yun Xia, if I hadn't saved you back then, you'd have been lost at sea long ago!"
Yun Xia, choked by the grip on her neck, didn't fight back, looking at him with eyes full of tears, her beautiful face lifeless.
Mo Shaolin let go of his grasp, his eyes bloodshot as he glared furiously at Yun Xia.