As Zhang Huai spoke, he couldn't help but feel aggrieved, his eyes reddening—any young man would care about Juhua's face, with the sole exception of her brother, Qingmu.
Why was it that for one wrong word, both his parents and Qingmu had gotten angry with him? He could accept that—it was his own fault for running his mouth. But now that he'd finally seen the light, Juhua was ignoring him. She no longer looked at him or clung to him the way she used to. She was polite, yes, but he always felt like something was missing. That was it! 'It's like she's become a completely different person.' The thought was both painful and infuriating!
Poor boy! And hadn't Juhua become a different person? He would never have dreamed that this Juhua was not the same Juhua he once knew!
Seeing his expression, Qingmu felt a little regretful for laughing at him.
