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Yang knew that a time would come when his love for his wife became an obstacle in his path against his enemies, one of them being her father itself.
She loved him, and so did he, to the point he wouldn't mind killing and dying for her, but forgiving wasn't one of the values he carried as a prideful and righteous man.
What would she feel when he gets his hand dirty with her father's blood? Only this concern has stopped him from slaying down that loathsome existence into nothingness.
...
“..do you know who sold you to me?” Yang's voice slurred, a bitter edge to his words. “It was your damned father.”
The words hit Fei like a physical blow. For a moment, the room was filled with stunned silence, then the sharp crack of her hand across his face shattered it.
Smack!
Yang blinked and clenched his jaw, trying to process what had just happened.
Fei backed away from him, the reality of his words sinking in her fragile heart like a poisonous venom that seethed the more she tried to comprehend the sudden contempt he'd shown towards her.
The man unclenched his jaw and silently gazed at his shaken wife. The side of his face slightly burned at the impact which was used on him. It barely hurt, but it managed to pull him back in his senses.
He messed up, a real big one this time.
Fei bit on her shaky fingers and quietly sobbed. Her tears trickled down her pale skin in crystal drops, making her look extremely pitiful as those heart-wrenching sobs left past those trembling lips of hers.
“Hu—hic—”
The man wasn't foolish enough to not realize how to assess this whole situation. He quickly reacted and was about to grab her hand to pull her in a placid embrace, but was shoved back before he could touch her.
He tried again, only to grab a handful of air as she struggled and didn't let him touch her. Wrapped in a blanket while still sobbing, she managed to get away from him by tumbling down the sofa.
Seeing her like that, Yang grew concerned and he quickly stubbed the cigar on the table before getting up to catch her unstable self, but in a futile attempt as she crawled further away from him to put a wide distance between them.
“Goddamn it!”
Frustration boiled over in Yang, and he kicked the table, sending the wine bottle crashing to the floor in a thousand pieces.
“Come over here right now!” He yelled, his voice echoing through the room. Fei flinched, her body curling tighter in fear.
She cowered and her sobs grew more hysterical as she curled herself up into a ball at his outburst.
