บท 145: TOURNAMENT {VII}

Fangxi sat with an aching and bleeding heart as her make up artist tried to cover the imprint of Xueyan's hand. This was the second time Xueyan was retaliating and it was always directed at her.

"You two just stood there and watched me get slapped," she couldn't even raise her voice. She felt weak. Totally weak that acting for the day might he cancelled.

"I'm sorry Xiaoxi,"

"You're sorry? You say you're sorry? Is that meant to heal my face? Will it heal my face? I can't even feel my jaw right now. And you think sorry would heal it?" Fangxi eyes misted up. "If Xiujun hadn't come, if only Xiujun hadn't come, then I would have had the upper hand!" She weeped. The pain was unbearable. How can just a mere slap be this hurtful? A slap she had been giving out to people all her life... It hurt so much!

She wanted to cry out loud! But that would give Xueyan the victory so she could only sniffle her tears.

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