Guiying's fingers gradually tightened around the phone until the hard edges pressed painfully into his palm. Yet, he seemed entirely unaware of it as his eyes remained locked on those few words, reading them over and over despite already knowing exactly what they said.
It wasn't the rumor itself that made his chest tighten.
It was the way a nightmare had been rewritten into a love affair.
Xue Peng had never been his lover, nor had he ever willingly shared a bed with him, yet a few carelessly written sentences had erased every ounce of violence from that night, twisting something unspeakably ugly into nothing more than another scandalous romance while quietly placing the blame upon the victim instead.
