His fingers contracted, as Tu Ya’s eyes rolled upwards in disbelief. Could it be that this man was serious?
In the past, his coldness seed characteristic to her, she thought it was attractive. But when the coldness was directed at her, she beca scared, very scared.
"Haoming, that’s enough!"
The young wife walked over. She patted Haoming’s arm, signaling Liang Haoming to loosen his grip, not to accidentally strangle soone to death.
But the man who had always been so obedient didn’t listen to her for the first ti.
Furious, she pried his big hand away and pulled a small handkerchief from her sleeve, ticulously cleaning his hand.
"You mustn’t touch just any filthy thing, understand?"
She flicked his forehead in displeasure, and he adorably covered his head, staring at her blankly.
She smiled briefly, but when she looked at Tu Ya again, her expression returned to cold indifference.
"I find you so very odd!"
The mont the young wife began to speak, her voice dripped with mockery.
"Don’t you understand by now?"
"When sothing goes wrong, you don’t reflect, but rather just know how to blindly bla others."
"Tu Ya, is there sothing wrong with your thought process?"
Then she continued, "Let’s get so things straight."
"Back in the border town, you took a fancy to my Haoming at first sight, flirting and vying for attention. But I made my stance clear right then."
"Haoming is my man, my husband, my lord! A sane person would have stamped out that thought long ago. Yet, you still confidently plotted to steal him away. In the desert, you were jealous of ; biased against . When I kindly warned you about the nightti storm, you ignored . Thus, your party, which started off with a dozen or so people, got scattered because of that very storm."
"I’ll hazard a guess—in all this ti since we arrived at the Kechar tribe, those people are still missing, probably trapped and dead in the desert."
"And back then, being not totally heartless, rembering that although you were temperantal, you hadn’t done real harm, I saved you and Hulan despite our grievances. But how did you repay my kindness?"
"There’s an old saying in Dayuan, ’Receive a drop of water in need, and repay with a spring in deed.’ I’m not asking for true repaynt, but at least a ’thank you’ would be a matter of courtesy and respect toward ."
"But you never thanked ; instead, you targeted Haoming once again."
"What were you thinking at that ti? I guess once you got back to the Kechar tribe, you beca confident again because here is your territory, you’re the chieftain’s daughter, and it’s your ho ground, so you acted recklessly?"
"What does Bazak’s death have to do with ?"
"You brought all this on yourself, but sohow, you bla ."
"Did I make you covet my husband? Was it who sent you down the wrong path? Did I make you trade Bazak for my husband?"
"No, none of it!"
"In dealing with others, you lack the most basic respect. Do you believe that you alone are human and everyone else is an animal, existing just to fulfill your whims? And if soone refuses, they’re beyond forgiveness?"
"But let’s be honest, what do you think you are?"
"There will always be mountains beyond mountains, and people beyond people. The reason for all this is that you think too highly of yourself, and all of this is of your own making. You have no one to bla but yourself!"
Her small mouth running on, the young wife was calm and composed, yet utterly rciless.
People like Tu Ya, in the end, there’s just one thing to say about them—they deserve to be cursed!
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