"An Ruo, what are you doing!" he roared in agony, partly because her hands were cut by the glass, partly because of the things she had torn up.
An Ruo gave him a cold smile, her hands gripping the paper tightly, immediately staining and dirtying it with fresh blood.
"Tang Yuchen, there will never be a possibility between us again."
The man shuddered, and taking advantage of his distraction, she broke free from him, tore a few more times, then loosened her grip and the shredded paper fell to the ground.
Accompanying that were droplets of fresh blood from her hands.
The bright liquid reddened his eyes, he clenched his fists, suddenly pulled her up violently, and threw her onto the bed.
"If there's no possibility, then so be it. I don't care about anything anymore; even if I can't keep your heart, I must have you!"
An Ruo propped herself up, her body tense, her shiny black eyes filled with nothing but hate and coldness.
