When she really meets the person she likes, when she has that kind of irresistible impulse and yearning towards someone, she’ll be able to understand what he said today. Sometimes Xie Xuanchen found it quite a shame that Mu Mingtang doesn't understand it yet, but he was also thankful that she doesn't understand. He didn’t even dare to try and imagine when Mu Mingtang finally realises that she had fallen into a trap, how would she view him?
A despicable man who trapped her into marriage, a despicable man who took advantage of her youth and innocence.
After Mu Mingtang finished speaking, she saw that Xie Xuanchen was still not moving, she knew that her words didn’t persuade him. She didn’t know why Xie Xuanchen had such strange thoughts. She grabbed Xie Xuanchen’s arm and asked: "What do you mean by this? Ever since we got married, you have been saying these things, and at first, you asked me to grab my things and run away, and then you persuaded me to remarry. Now, you still think that I should go out more and get to know more young men? Who am I to you?"
"You are still young, you don’t understand. Although Xie Xuanji isn’t a good person, but he isn’t wrong. Marriage is not a children’s play. It’s not enough to maintain a marriage through gratification. You are young now, so you think that it doesn’t matter. When you grow older, you’ll regret your decision."
"I'm not young!" Mu Mingtang burst out as she listened, "Why do you think that I’ve not been through the sufferings in life, and that I don't know what I'm doing? I have long understood it. I am younger than you, but it doesn't mean that I am mentally not as mature as you. I know what I am doing and what I am going to do in the future. You can choose not to believe me, but you can't disregard my feelings!"
"Feelings?" Xie Xuanchen was finally willing to look at her, with a faint smile, "Do you know what feelings even are?"
"I do." After Mu Mingtang finished speaking, she stared right into Xie Xuanchen's eyes, "The one that doesn’t understand is you."
At first, Xie Xuanchen looked at her with the same mentality as an adult watching a child make a fool of herself. This five-year-old child sweared by her words and she was so confident of herself, but would anyone take her seriously? Xie Xuanchen originally thought this way, but when he met Mu Mingtang's eyes, they were bright and firm, as if they were saying something that she couldn't be more certain of. Xie Xuanchen suddenly panicked.
He thought Mu Mingtang's words were ridiculous. How old was she, how many people has she even encountered, and how many places has she been to, how can she be qualified to say that he was the one that doesn't understand? Xie Xuanchen stepped back abruptly, turned around and walked outside as if he was avoiding something.
"What I said is the truth." Mu Mingtang said to Xie Xuanchen's figure from behind, "You don't understand."
Xie Xuanchen didn't want to listen to her, he didn't know what was wrong with him, he suddenly felt upset and restless. He originally thought that it was Mu Mingtang's words that ruined his mood, but soon discovered that it was not her.
Mu Mingtang was also very angry at first. She took the orange on the side and started to peel it vigorously, only to smear juice all over her own hand. Xie Xuanchen had a temper, and she doesn't? She could also ignore him and walk away with a flick of her sleeves too.
The two of them were talking in the west room, when Xie Xuanchen walked in, Mu Mingtang deliberately walked out. She held the orange angrily and destroyed it as she walked out, she felt that these newly arrived oranges tasted terrible. They were obviously still raw.
Mu Mingtang’s steps were quick, she muttered in her heart when she was about to leave the house, Xie Xuanchen should know that he did something wrong, right? Was it safe for him to stay here alone? If he had a good attitude, Mu Mingtang would forgive him.
She thought about it and unknowingly looked back. When she turned around, Mu Mingtang saw Xie Xuanchen, who was standing in the middle of the open space, holding his head, as if he was in immense pain.
The peeled orange hit the ground with a bang, and Mu Mingtang lifted her skirt and ran back. At that moment, she wished she had a pair of wings: "My lord!"