Every action he took was just an attempt to push her away, to avoid dragging her down, to spare her from trouble.
Yet, he still ended up causing her trouble.
Every time she picked something up and threw it into the trash bin, his heart would clench.
It hurt terribly.
He could already foresee the scenes in the future; to what extent he would drag her down in their life ahead.
All the pain he felt was suppressed deep into the recesses of his heart, turning into harsh words when spoken.
He was like a lion provoked, furious, roaring angrily at Mu Chenxi's retreating figure.
"Mu Chenxi, for the last time, I am telling you to get lost! As far as you can, do you hear me!"
Seeing Mu Chenxi as if she heard nothing, Fu Yanshen picked up the toothbrush cup from the small table in front of him and smashed it forcefully beside her crouching figure, "I said get lost, did you hear me, get lost!"
The cup landed beside her hand, water splashing onto the back of her hand.