"Shut up!"
His words were a dagger, twisting right into her most vulnerable spot.
Liang Wan's face went deathly pale. Her body trembled uncontrollably as she turned her head away, her eyes red-rimmed and moist.
"Lashing out in shame?"
Wang Tingyue looked at her tear-filled eyes, completely unmoved. "Save your tears. I'm not them. You can't fool me!"
Liang Wan pressed her lips together. Tear stains were clearly visible on her averted face, yet her eyes remained wide, showing no sign of remorse.
'That's right, they were childhood sweethearts. How could he not know what she was really like?'
She was the girl who would pester him to teach her swordplay and spear-fighting, the one who would talk him into climbing over the walls to sneak out of the mansion. She would even deliberately torment conniving servants and secretly slip laxatives into his bowl... How could she possibly be this delicate, fragile thing?
He knew her.
