Bei Yun raised an eyebrow. "How am I supposed to understand if you don't tell me?"
"You haven't experienced it yourself, so how could you understand?" Qiao Xiaomai glared at him, wishing she could peel off his skin and strip his tendons. How did she end up encountering such a fiend!
"I've never felt love, but I've tasted despair," Bei Yun touched his chin thoughtfully and said, somewhat uncertainly, "Despair must be more unbearable than separation from a loved one, right?"
"Stop using your past to make excuses! I've never caused you harm, yet now you use me as a hostage and expect me to sympathize with you?"
As soon as the words left her mouth, Bei Yun's expression froze for a moment. After a pause, he spoke slowly, "I want you to feel what I went through back then. I refuse to believe that you can maintain your current demeanor, or that you'd only kill the person who wronged you."
"What right do you have to condemn me when you haven't endured my pain and despair?"
