Wushuang could not break free from his grip; the man's gaze was torch-like, as if it nailed her to the spot, his piercing eyes scorched her face, almost burning her skin. In his eyes, Wushuang found none of the calm and smiles that once were.
Kaka clutched her arm tightly, as if he forgot that she was wounded, his gaze silent and frightening, cold and unfeeling, "In your eyes, is that the kind of person I am? In your opinion, am I truly worthless to you? Wushuang, how could you say such a thing?"
If she wasn't that important to him, why would he risk his life to save her? If she wasn't that important to him, why would he willingly bear the consequences even knowing what they might be? If she wasn't that important to him, why would he prefer to be misunderstood by her rather than explain himself?
Kaka's hand was squeezing her so tightly it pained her, and upon touching her wound, it throbbed excruciatingly. Wushuang's gaze darkened and suddenly became cold, "Let go of me."
