"What do you want?" Fan Meilin glanced inside the living hall and sighed in relief when he saw that no one was eavesdropping on him. The last thing he wanted was to be caught talking to an ex who ruined his life completely.
"The way you speak is as if you do not like talking with me." Liao Hong twirled the pen in her hand while holding the phone next to her ear; she peered out of the glass window, which extended from the roof to the floor. Her eyes were fixated on the moon that was hanging right outside her window and yet she couldn't get it in the palms of her hands. "It wounds me, Lin."
Fan Meilin clenched his fist. Not because he was reminded of the past but because he was filled with nothing but sheer disgust. In the past, when they were alone, Liao Hong used to call him Lin. So he knew why she was calling him Lin. It was because she wanted to remind him of the old times and the mark that she had left in his life.
