Questions flooded Zheng Tianyi's mind, but it was deafened by the overwhelming rage that washed over him. He had never felt a rush of anger as immense and uncontrollable as this one. His nostrils flared, his pupils dilating.
A memory flickered in his jumbled and short-circuited brain. Tiny white daisies tucked in her silky, long hair, so dark, it could be mistaken as a dark shade of glistening blue. Nothing could compare to her smile that day, brighter than the summer sun, and gentler than the ripples in a pond.
Xia Mengxi.
