Nan Mufeng's ten fingers curled tight, loosened, then tightened again… over and over, barely holding down the anger in his chest.
"Since you know the truth, then leave her!" Nan Mufeng said.
Jian Xi shook her head. "It's not that easy! The reason I haven't questioned my own identity to her is because I was hoping she'd, for the sake of us being mother and daughter, let me go. Who knew…"
"Who knew she'd be so hard-hearted she wouldn't even think of letting you go!"
"Yes."
Jian Xi lowered her eyes, mocking herself. "Maybe it's because I'm too outstanding!"
Nan Mufeng was so angry he couldn't speak.
The two fell silent. After quite a while, when Jian Xi figured Nan Mufeng had accepted the fact she was hurt, she dared to say, "I've already put on some medicine. It'll be fine in a few days, don't worry…"
"Does it hurt?" Nan Mufeng asked.
Jian Xi shook her head, then nodded. "You're the one it hurts."
The wounds were on her body, but the pain was in his heart.
