Zhang Xin couldn't stand steadily and fell down; she hadn't even had the chance to get up before she struggled to clutch onto Qu Chaozong's leg. She knew that if Qu Chaozong walked out that door today, it would truly be over for them.
Zhang Xin burst out and cried uncontrollably: "Chaozi, you can't leave! You can't abandon me! You can't walk away just when I've begun to feel happiness and warmth. I can't live without you; I love you, Chaozi! I'm begging you; I'm begging you, isn't that enough!"
Qu Chaozong turned his head, looking down at her with extreme disdain and coldness: "Let go!"
Zhang Xin cried until she was a tearful mess, pleading helplessly: "No, I won't let go, Chaozi. If you really can't vent your anger, hit me, beat me up, okay? As long as you don't leave me, I'll do whatever you want; I'm begging you!"
Qu Chaozong, overwhelmed with rage, had long since lost his senses. With disgust, he kicked Zhang Xin away: "Hit you? I'm afraid of dirtying my hands!"
