Yuee Hongyi's expression changed slightly upon hearing Xu Zhenhong's words. An unnatural flush appeared on her face, but it vanished as quickly as it came. She snorted coldly. "Miss me? You old ghost, if you keep spouting nonsense, believe me, I'll tear you to shreds."
Xu Zhenhong laughed inwardly, but his face showed only a sigh. "Alas, if Xiaa Yun knew you hated him this much, I wonder how heartbroken he would be. A good friend has already left him, and now you, too, are so cruel."
"Shut up!!" Yuee Hongyi's face turned pale as she roared. A hint of regret and confusion filled her eyes. "Cruel? Who's the cruel one here? It's been ten whole years. I don't know how many times I've wanted to go find him, but what about him? He's obsessed with the past, with hatred, just hiding away on some broken mountain peak..."
