Zhou Qiang recognized the two of them too. He grabbed Wang Xiaoliang.
"Let's just watch from here. Don't go over."
Wang Xiaoliang nodded. He had been thinking the same thing.
The dim yellow streetlights stretched their shadows long.
Xiao Weijin's face was flushed crimson, veins bulging from his neck all the way to his temples. His whole body trembled slightly with rage. He gripped He Runya's wrist as if he meant to crush it.
He Runya struggled desperately, her disheveled hair clinging to her tear-streaked face, her voice filled with despair.
"Xiao Weijin! Let go of me! What the hell do you want?"
"What do I want?" Xiao Weijin's voice boomed like thunder, loud enough for the entire dormitory area to hear. "He Runya, you're going to explain yourself today! Why do you want to break up? Huh?! Tell me! Have you fucking fallen for someone else?!"
His roaring echoed through the quiet campus, grating and ugly.
More heads poked out from behind the upstairs dormitory windows.
He Runya shuddered at his shouting, but the defiance in her eyes did not diminish in the slightest.
Suddenly, she stopped struggling. Instead, she lifted her head and stared coldly at him.
"Can't you take a look at yourself for once?"
"Look at myself? What's wrong with me? Haven't I treated you well enough? I fly over every few days just to see you! And you? You want to break up with me? He Runya, have you got no conscience?"
He gave a sharp yank, making He Runya stumble and nearly fall to the ground.
"Is it Wang Xiaoliang?" Xiao Weijin's face was almost pressed against hers, his gaze so vicious he looked ready to devour her. "Don't think I couldn't tell! You two were making eyes at each other over drinks today!