Guiying stood perfectly still for a long moment, staring down at the man chained before him, letting the silence stretch until Shen Zihao's smirk faltered slightly, unnerved by it. Then Guiying's hands curled into fists at his sides, every word he'd swallowed for years finally clawing its way up his throat.
"You want to know what bullshit you put me through?" His voice shook, though it didn't waver. "I was twenty-three when I was forced to marry a bastard like you. And then you made my life a living hell. Used me as your punching bag, every single damn day. I used to wonder what made you so angry all the time, why you hated me so much, why you hated the staff who worked for you enough to assault them too."
