Ye Lu's eyes shimmered like glazed glass, clear and bright with a faint luster, as she silently watched Feiyu.
"I don't harbor any resentment because I think you slapped me rightly." Had it not been for his slap, she would have stubbornly stayed in her own world forever, misinterpreting the man who deeply loved her.
Feiyu's jaw almost dropped to the ground as he stared at her dumbfounded. He thought to himself, had this woman gone mad from the slap, actually saying that he was right to do it? He had never encountered such a woman in his life.
"Hmph, don't think that by saying this, I will start looking at you differently. I still dislike you very much." Feiyu turned his face away with pride, but his heart held much less dissatisfaction and hostility towards Ye Lu.
Ye Lu was speechless, "I'm not asking for your approval, but since I did get slapped, it wasn't for nothing. You owe me compensation."
