Quan Jin, when angry, spoke without any restraint.
He said whatever hurtful words came to mind.
He said whatever harsh words he could think of.
On the other end of the phone, Gu Yuan gripped her phone tightly, her throat hoarse and blocked with words she couldn't utter.
His voice was as cold and indifferent as ever: "Gu Xueli, remember, never appear in front of me again! If you see me, take a detour, act as if you've never known me."
"Quan Jin, don't hang up the phone."
"Quan Jin, Quan Jin..."
'Beep beep beep beep beep...'
The busy tone came through the receiver; he still ended the call, even denying her the chance to return and explain things to him.
She looked down at the bag of groceries she had just bought, the hurtful impact of Quan Jin's words felt like each piece of flesh on her heart was being cut away, inch by inch, with a knife that wasn't very sharp.
She seemed to no longer feel pain, only numbness.
Inside the house.
