Zhou Mochen's fingertips swiped across the photos, one by one. The light in his eyes flickered uncertainly for a long moment, then the thin glass in his hand shattered with a sharp CRACK.
He didn't even glance at his bleeding hand, his eyes fixed on the phone screen, on the photo of his girl placing a beaded bracelet on another man's wrist.
The location was Dazhao Temple. The beaded bracelet, freshly blessed, had been given to Xi Zirong. But when she came back, she told him there were too many people, that she hadn't bothered to join the crowd…
Zhou Mochen's already red eyes grew even more bloodshot.
'He had thought that after last night, he was already in hell, that nothing more could make him feel pain.'
'He'd thought it was all just her revenge for what he'd done.'
'He never expected… had it really started so long ago?'
'So the trip had been a lie, too…'
His palm tightened abruptly. Zhou Mochen clenched the shattered glass, the pain bringing a sharp clarity to his mind.
