"Yes…" Lin Qingyuan trailed off weakly but raised her voice again when she glanced at the painting in his hand. "But that's all in the past."
"Yes, that's all in the past." Long Xuan cocked an eyebrow. "Then why do you still keep this?? So you can be reminded of him when you look at it?"
Lin Qingyuan's eyes darkened. "Nonsense! That's not true."
"Really? Then why were you so anxious?" Long Xuan held in his anger as he asked coldly.
Angered by his domineering attitude, Lin Qingyuan could not help herself from shouting, "I just don't like people going through my things without my permission!"
"It seems that you still haven't fully comprehended your identity or developed any shred of respect for me," Long Xuan snarled. Without warning, he summoned his internal strength and blasted the painting he was holding into dust.
"You…" Lin Qingyuan frowned slightly when she saw him destroy her painting, but she was not too upset about it.
