117 Capable of Playing Games (2/2)

No, it couldn't be. Don't marry someone else. No.

She lay sprawling on the bed in pain as her hands grasped tightly onto the bed sheet. Could anyone tell her how to not be in pain—how to stop this agony?

She buried her head into the pillow. Her tears, like a river, flowed into the pillow which seemed to absorb everything as she cried.

Unnoticed to her, the shut door had opened as she was suppressing her cries. A man emerged from the darkness and looked down at her, unmoving.

That pair of eyes, they were eerily cold.

And a smile that should not appear curled up on the man's lips, seemingly bringing along the cruel destruction.

He entered and looked at the woman, who was sprawled on the bed in a condescending manner, as the sound of her cries rang in his ears as clear as the bell. There was no expression on his face, only indifference. His heart did not ache; instead, there was only disgust. Not to mention love.

He did not have an ounce of pity, just indifference. Some women were meant to be loved by him like Xia Yixuan. Some were meant to be treasured like Li Manni. There were others who he used for hate, torture, and abuse. For example, this woman who was out of breath and crying now.

Xia Ruoxin.

It was the same cries but hers only caused him irritation. Very well, he had not thought that this woman was capable of playing games. She even learned how to threaten someone.