Wang Jingyuan stared down at Shao Wenbo. A roar was building in her ears as her emotions surged and threatened to crash down like a tsunami.
"…Is this who you think I am?" Her voice was quiet. She tried to keep it from trembling, to no avail. "In your eyes, I am this kind of person?"
Shao Wenbo stared up at her, his eyes rimmed with red and desperate.
"I know you hate me, Jing-Jing. I know you are angry. Words of apology are not enough to make up for my betrayal—so I offer myself for you to punish as you see fit. As long as you save Xiang'er, I will do whatever you want. Please, Jing-Jing…"
His hand was cold when it closed around hers. Whereas her heart used to somersault when he held her hand, now Wang Jingyuan flinched at his touch and yanked her hand out of his grasp.
"Get up," she said, her breath catching. "Get up, Shao Wenbo! What kind of person do you think I am? I never thought—how could you think this of me—"
