Gu Zichen coldly stared at Ye Wu, "Let me go."
Ye Wu clung to his sleeve tightly, her fingers gripping with slight force.
The dining room was filled with a repressive atmosphere.
Mo Shu and Wa Da sat by the dining table, motionless with their chopsticks, watching them, silent.
"Gu Zichen..."
"Ye Wu, let go of me." Gu Zichen's tone was utterly indifferent.
Ye Wu bit her lip, and just as her grip began to loosen, she suddenly clenched tighter again, her face a portrait of stubborn defiance. "Gu Zichen, I won't let go! I've been regretting why I ever let you go, which is why it's turned out like this, now like this…"
Gu Zichen didn't wait for Ye Wu to finish speaking; with a lift of his arm and a push, he shoved Ye Wu violently away. The force was considerable; Ye Wu's back slammed directly into the wall…
"Ah!" Ye Wu screamed in pain.
The sharp pain from her back injury brought tears streaming down her face, yet at that moment, the pain in her heart felt even more intense.
