"Qu Qingwei, when will you ever use your brain? You never listen to what I say, as if I'm dying to see you get hurt. Now look, getting played by a man, and only now with a sprained ankle do you come looking for me? Isn't this what you deserve?"
Huoda was filled with anger, mad at Qiao Xi for bullying Qu Qingwei, and even more upset that Qu Qingwei had endured the grievances. So, without thinking, he blurted out all the reproachful words.
Qu Qingwei, already feeling miserable, now felt stripped bare and thrown onto the street by Huoda's words, her last shred of pride trampled.
She grabbed a pillow and hurled it fiercely at Huoda's face. "Get out, get out, I don't want to see you, I don't need you to meddle!"
"You—" Huoda, hit right in the face, grabbed Qu Qingwei's wrist and pinned it against the bed, just about to say, 'Are you crazy—'
But then he saw the woman before him, eyes brimming with tears.
