"Yang Liu'er! Will you stop this madness? Can we please just talk?"
"How can we talk? What is there left to say? You're already with that bitch!" Yang Liu'er hadn't made a sound since entering, but when she finally spoke, her voice was as hoarse and grating as a broken erhu with a snapped string.
Bai Junfan was taken aback for a moment. His heart softened, and he quickly pulled Yang Liu'er into an embrace, patting her back gently. "Liu'er, don't be angry. Let's go to the living room. Please, just listen to me explain..."
Yang Liu'er squeezed her eyes shut, and a stream of tears rolled down her cheeks. When she opened them again, her gaze fell upon the bed.
