"Despicable? I thought I was just giving back what you did to me." He almost got blown up back then.
He wanted the other side to taste that feeling too, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to sleep at night.
"You brought that on yourself." It's the consequence of his own actions.
Fu Rong looked downstairs, where Wen Cai was watering flowers with a watering can. She was slightly bent over, wearing a sleeveless tee, her hair falling over her shoulders, making her skin look even fairer, reflecting a healthy glow under the setting sun.
Time stood still, and unbidden, those words floated into Fu Rong's mind.
He liked the current peace and didn't want to be disturbed again, so he said, "Let's call it even. From now on, we owe each other nothing."
"You're dreaming, aren't you? Didn't you call today just to brag?" Zhou Xian didn't believe he called for a friendly chat.
Fu Rong wasn't that kind-hearted.
