"You, this piece of trash, do you think you're something special just because you're a prince? A useless prince, that's all you are. What right do you have to reject me here? You're a disgrace to the royal family, trash!" The relentless sarcasm and disdain, the malicious insults and curses, especially coming from a woman's mouth, made it all the more grating to the ear.
"Even if I'm trash, I have no wish to marry you. Sharp-tongued, low intelligence, narrow-minded, I am trash but I still look down on you!" The man's voice, constrained with barely suppressed emotion, seemed to have a slight tremble, betraying his intense effort to control himself. This was evident from his clenched fists, showing how difficult it was for him to remain composed.
