"Si Meng, you've misunderstood." Shi Feiyang attempted to explain, his hands gently waving in the air.
He wanted to clarify the misunderstanding, his voice tinged with a hint of urgency.
"Misunderstanding?" Gong Simeng let out a cold laugh, filled with bitterness and irony, and retorted, "I saw it with my own eyes, how could it be a misunderstanding? Shi Feiyang, I've treated you wholeheartedly, and what about you? Aside from spending your days fighting and killing, have you ever shown me a bit of tenderness?" Her shoulders trembled slightly, the grievances and anger in her heart spilled out like a flood, and her voice was distorted with emotion.
"For you, I betrayed my family, gave up my identity, and wandered everywhere with you, yet you treat me like this!" Gong Simeng shouted hoarsely, her voice echoing painfully and despairingly in the empty valley.
That voice was about to tear through the silent valley.