Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
All of a sudden, Qiao Lian remembered something from when they were newlyweds. At the time, this was exactly the sort of look that she often saw in Shen Liangchuan’s eyes. That hatred for her, as though he couldn’t wait to torture her to death.
But in the period of tenderness and love that had followed that rough and difficult beginning, she had almost forgotten that in the first place, he had married her as an act of revenge.
Her heart felt as though it was tightly being squeezed by a pair of invisible hands, causing her to wince in pain as she looked at him.
It was only after he pushed her on the ground, that Shen Liangchuan realized he had fallen asleep earlier.
And all of this had just been a dream.
But the image of Soul Fighter’s blood-covered face was still causing his heart to thump madly.
He was not conscious of the fury in his eyes as he stared at Qiao Lian.
He only felt as though he had been taken back eight years in time, when the whole matter happened. It was the same fury he was feeling now.
He clenched his fists tightly and, like when he had just married Qiao Lian, a murderous feeling suddenly welled up within him.
Except that now he saw the pain in Qiao Lian’s eyes.
It was like he had been drenched by a bucket of icy water, giving him a good wake-up call.
In that frightful moment, he realized what he had just done. He hurried down the bed and walked over to Qiao Lian, reaching out to help her up from the floor. “Xiao Qiao, I—”
But as he reached out for her, she reacted by pushing his arm away.
Following this, he saw her eyes turn cold and distant.
Frowning, she pushed herself up from the ground.
She looked steadily at Shen Liangchuan.
He was at a loss for words, but this change in Qiao Lian caused him to panic.
He wanted to speak but no words came.
He could only stand there, watching her helplessly.
The room fell silent all at once.
In the darkness of the night, fireworks kept going off in the distance.
It was ironic how, in the midst of the festive season, the atmosphere in the room had gone below the freezing point.
Qiao Lian turned to walk out of the room.
But suddenly, she thought of Qiao Yi and Xia Yehua.
It was in the middle of the New Year celebrations. If she just walked out like this, wouldn’t they be worried?
She felt sorrowful at once.
Due to the fact that she didn’t even have the option of arguing and making things difficult, and that she had nowhere to run to.
As Qiao LIan contemplated her situation, she heard him call out to her, “Xiao Qiao.”
She halted at the doorway.
She thought that he would at least offer some comfort or an apology.
As a woman, trying to make the first move and ending up being rejected by the man was particularly embarrassing for her.
However, the next moment, all he said was, “I’m going to the study.”
Her heart turned icy cold.
She stared at him as he walked past her and made his way out slowly. He shut the door behind him slowly.
In that moment, she suddenly felt like her chest was on fire and she was going to explode with fury.
She wasn’t afraid of confrontations. After all, they had argued countless times when they played video games eight years ago.
And when they argued, they had even managed to work out many problems.
What she disliked the most were these cold wars!
She would have no idea of what she had done wrong if all he did was keep quiet and not say anything.
That sense of frustration overwhelmed her and irritated her so much that she got into bed and threw punches at the pillow.
Her chest heaved in anger as she thought about how infuriating the man was!
