Amidst Gu Xiyang's piercing screams, Fu Qingtian seemed to hear nothing, his face emotionless as he continued to turn his wheelchair, directly rolling over Gu Xiyang's hand.
"Qing... Tian—"
Gu Xiyang was in such pain that she twitched uncontrollably, her face pale, tears falling in large drops as she looked at Fu Qingtian through her tear-blurred eyes.
She was completely stunned.
Everything happening before her eyes was too surreal for her to grasp.
The joy of seeing Fu Qingtian had turned into utter despair.
If it weren't for the pain on her face and hands, Gu Xiyang would never want to believe that Fu Qingtian, who deeply loved her, would treat her this way.
"Why... must... you... treat... me... this... way? You... clearly... love... me, how... can... you... bear... it?"
Gu Xiyang was in too much pain to speak easily, her words came out in tormented, halting murmurs.
Why would he treat her this way?
Didn't he deeply love her?
"Heh." Fu Qingtian let out a cold laugh.