闪电算

Her eyes turned red at once, filled with both guilt and self-blame, feeling as if she had truly let down Qin Junye.

Qin Junye had died saving her, yet now she couldn’t even protect the incense sticks she lit for him.

What gave this man the right to be so brazenly disrespectful to the dead?

Ye Xingguang stared at the man who was as furious as a burning flame, feeling a wave of disappointment. She trembled with anger, unable to utter a word.

But the man, Ye Junqing, was relentless. He gripped her jaw with his fingers, forcing her to look up and demanded menacingly, “Did you hear what I said!”

Ye Xingguang brushed off his domineering hand, pointed towards the gate with teary eyes, and ordered, “Get out!”

Else, she was uncertain if she could restrain herself from risking everything against him.

Next, she squatted down and picked up the incense sticks he had ruthlessly trampled into the mud one by one. She pulled out her lighter to relight them. However, before she could, the man squatted down, cruelly snatching the incense from her hands and threw it far away. With an overpowering anger, he shouted, “Clearly, you haven’t heard a word I said!”

“Ye Junqing, stop fooling around and spoiling my good impressions of you!” Ye Xingguang felt wronged and outraged.

This man, knowingly aware that Qin Junye had saved her life, couldn’t he empathize with her feelings? How could she interact with such an unreasonable man?

Out of anger and embarrassment, she pushed him, took out three new incense sticks, and once again lit them.

Ye Junqing lost control, his leather shoe kicked over the incense sticks she held, sending them flying again.

Because he hadn’t controlled his action, his shoe grazed her hand, creating a scratch. Although it didn’t bleed, it still hurt. Yet, Ye Xingguang was too angry to notice the pain. She stood up, her face taut with defiance, “Can’t you even uphold this little bit of tolerance? Do you know what kind of person Qin Junye was to me? He is the regret I can never let go of in my life. Can’t you try to understand my feelings?”

Disappointed by his unreasonable tantrum, tears rolled down her cheeks.

However, the man, who had been replaced in her mind, was completely incapable of understanding her perspective. Ye Junqing gripped her wrist tightly, “I’m telling you for the last time. The person who saved you from the sharks, was not Qin Junye, it was me! The one who hid with you from the pursuers, eventually stranded on a desert island, the one who told you, ‘It’s alright, I’m here’ and ‘I will always be’, was also me! The original ‘sunshine’ in your heart was also me, not Qin Junye. Your memory is jumbled, messing up everything that happened between you and me as having occurred with him. You woman with a waterlogged brain!”

“Ye Junqing, have you had enough?”

Ye Xingguang violently shook off his hand, “I know clearly whether my brain is waterlogged or not! If you kick my incense away one more time, I won’t be polite. Don’t mistake my tolerance for your opportunity to cross the line!”

Having said that, she walked over, squatted on the ground to pick up the sticks. But as soon as she bent over, the man unexpectedly lifted her up from behind and strode toward the villa.

Ye Xingguang’s legs dangled in surprise, “Ye Junqing, what are you doing? Let go of me, let go of me!”