If Wang Gou had targeted only her, she would not even have been angry; she would only have felt it was perfectly justified.
But Wang Gou had set his sights on the people around her. Other people's things belonged to them, not to her. She owed him a life, not anyone else.
Moreover, although Taiyuan's earlier hypothesis had seemed not to bother her, deep down, it had already silently taken root in her heart—though she herself did not realize it.
Once an impregnable line of defense developed a crack, its collapse would only be a matter of time.
"Good, good, good. Liu Bing, you bitch. I never thought you'd speak to me like this today. Just wait—I never should have saved you in the first place."
Pointing at Liu Bing, Wang Gou threw out those icy words, then flicked his sleeve and left. Watching his retreating back, Liu Bing's heart ached.
Meanwhile, Wang Gou deliberately slowed his steps, silently counting down in his heart.
This move had never failed him. In the past, as long as he said those words, Liu Bing would give him anything he wanted.
Yet even when he reached Ru Yan, Liu Bing still did not call out to stop him. His face filled with astonishment, and he hesitated before turning to look back.
Liu Bing stood alone at the doorway, silently watching him with both eyes. Then she slowly shut the door.
Anything else would have been fine. If it had been her own possession, she certainly would have given it to Wang Gou. But not this. This priceless treasure belonged to Taiyuan. Taiyuan was her friend; she would never use a friend's belongings as a gift for someone else.
If she did that, even she would despise herself.
Watching Liu Bing walk back inside,