"Adding fuel to the flames?"
Ye Xiangtian laughed softly, his voice growing more desolate as he laughed. He looked at Xu Niannian, his hand twitched faintly.
The chains binding him made a noise too, those heavy chains, like shackles seared right above his heart.
"I indeed have been adding fuel to the flames."
With just that one sentence, without any explanation, Xu Niannian, looking into his desolate eyes, found herself unable to harden her heart for a moment.
What exactly was the torture he spoke of?
She had a feeling that the unspecific torment he hinted at might be more severe than what he had described later.
Because when he mentioned how his uncle had tricked him with candy, his whole body trembled.
That was the fear response of a person who had suffered immense trauma.
And in that moment, Xu Niannian felt the resentment emanating from him.
Xu Niannian hadn't forgotten the purpose of her conversation with him here.
