"Xuewu, I really don't understand you. Is it worth being so attached to a cripple? Isn't being Wang Ming's woman good enough?" Tang Yuxiang finally voiced the thoughts he had been holding back, just to fulfill his promise to Wang Ming.
"I refuse." Tang Xuewu gave Tang Yuxiang a cold glare, then mounted her bicycle and slowly rode away, leaving a graceful figure behind her.
"Tang Xuewu, you sanctimonious bitch!" Tang Yuxiang roared in frustration. "Sooner or later, harsh reality will slap you in the face! You'll regret this so deeply it'll turn your guts green! When that day comes, you could be on your knees begging to be someone's mistress, and no one would even want you!"
Hearing his shouts, Tang Xuewu's bicycle suddenly stopped.
Has that damned woman finally seen the light? Tang Yuxiang wondered.
