"Lady Mi, could you please apologize to the Young Commander and stop provoking him? Why do this to yourself?"
Why do this to yourself?
Mi Yao pressed her small hand against the spot where she had been hit on her waist. It hurt so much that it felt numb. She smiled with grimace, chewing over the phrase repeatedly, "Why do this to yourself, huh, why do this to yourself?"
Indeed, why had she ever fallen for Gu Yunsheng in the first place?
She truly despised herself!
Why, being the dignified daughter of a wealthy family, did she have to fall in love with a poor boy with nothing to his name? Now this poor boy had turned his fortunes around, become powerful, and was trampling her down like this!
Feng Yueming looked down at the woman on the ground. He had only pushed her gently, causing her to fall, but she collapsed like a kite with snapped strings. He felt a twinge of regret.
