"Chen Ziqian, can you back off please?" Suxin's tone suddenly became soft; she suddenly became clear-headed, realizing her aggression wouldn't resolve anything, and she came today precisely to solve the problem.
"Why should I back off, what gives you the right?" Chen Ziqian turned around and looked at Suxin again.
Indeed! What gave her the right? She was just one of Chen Ziqian's former girlfriends, a passing fancy, just one among the hundreds, if not thousands. What right did she have to ask him to give up?
"Could you please back off?" Suxin gazed at Chen Ziqian, her eyes filled with hope.
Chen Ziqian stepped closer to Suxin, looked into her pleading eyes, lifted her chin with his right hand, and made her look into his eyes, "Do you think I will back off?"
Suxin looked at him, she could clearly see the hatred in Chen Ziqian's eyes—it was so deep, so profound.
But Chen Ziqian's gaze slowly moved from Suxin's face down to her abdomen, to the pronounced bulge there.
